APRÈS LE SUCCÈS international de La vie sexuelle de Catherine M., Catherine Millet en écrit la conclusion, tentant de répondre à la question : « Dans cette pratique de la liberté sexuelle à deux, que fait-on de la jalousie ? » Le livre n’offre aucune solution, mais une analyse rigoureuse et détaillée. Est-on dans le domaine de la littérature ou de la psychanalyse ? Malgré la belle langue, classique et épurée, le gourmand de la prose littéraire ressent un malaise. La rigidité analytique et l’éclairage cru–de laboratoire–qui enlève volume et mystère aux personnages et aux événements, nous mettent dans l’hypostase d’un thérapeute face à un cas classé, déclinant les prémisses et les conséquences possibles. Le récit garde cependant un intérêt et, s’il n’est pas ému, le lecteur apprécie l’effort d’authenticité et la puissance vitale du vrai protagoniste : l’obsession. Read on…

TWO HISTORIES: ONE BEAUTIFUL, ONE SORDID; both reminding us of the importance of teaching our children about our past and how far we’ve come, because of and in spite of it. Read on…

OVER THE COMING MONTHS, I will give myself the gift of an ongoing journey, one I know will inspire me and may, over time, inspire others. This gift is to walk or to traverse by other means the perimeter of the island of Montreal, and write about this odyssey in a blog. The idea being to flow with this project like the river surrounding our island, allowing all sensations and all existence to flow through the experience, in time and space. I pledge to travel one day each week, without regard for weather or any other impediment. Both the experience and expression of the experience will be true to the whims of adversity and serendipity. Read on…

I’M JEWISH, SO BEFORE I get around to the question of giving and receiving, you’ll excuse me for not fully understanding why people put themselves through this annual gift-giving meshugas in the first place. We have Chanukah, of course, but everyone knows Chanukah doesn’t count. It doesn’t even qualify as a real Jewish holiday since it isn’t sufficiently obsessed with pain and suffering and indigestible food. Plus, the gifts we get are mostly cheap chocolate and a dreidel. No one, not even kids, takes it very seriously.

Christmas, on the other hand, is serious business. Read on…