The juror of a book prize loved Kathleen Winter’s previous work so much that he commissioned this book.
The opera that launched the young Giuseppe Verdi’s career, Nabucco premiered in Milan in 1842.
Danette Mackay has found a second wind. Kiss My Cabaret popped up again recently with little fanfare save a notice on Facebook, and quickly filled the 200-seat space.
Aboriginal dance, Leonard Cohen back for one more dance, hip hop politics, Mile End muses, and the up and comers in the MTL dance world: this is Rover’s #ListMTL.
As a Christian Arab he is caught between the Muslims “who say we are the best nation under God” and the Jews “who say we are the chosen people.”
Before she committed suicide herself, Quebec writer Nelly Arcan wrote a book about a protagonist who decides to commit suicide by age 30. Arcan, known for her struggle with depression, has written a book as painful as her life.
How goes Montreal’s anglo cultural scene? Marianne Ackerman offers some preliminary thoughts ahead of a panel she will join on Sunday hosted by the English-language Arts Network.
There’s something cathartic about riding a bike naked on the streets of Montreal. But that is yet to be determined as we enter our sixty-ninth minute of this ride.
For four generations, Russ & Daughters has been the only surviving appetizing store in New York’s Lower East Side selling Jewish deli appetizers. A testimony to the changes of the neighbourhood, the store’s cast of characters include Lobster the strong armed fish salesman, counter staff preaching for Jews for Jesus, and gefilte tofu. A book which is a delicious romp into history.
If Rob Ford is politician who strove to be mayor and won, but became an international late-night clown, Jón Gnarr is the anti-thesis, a clown who ran as a joke, but then shockingly won the mayorship of Reykjavik.NDG City Councillor Peter McQueen reviews How I Became the Mayor of a Large City in Iceland and Changed the World.
Montreal was still reeling from Expo 67, mini-skirts were turning heads, pot was definitely not medicinal, and the world was headed to California when The Graduate hit movie screens. The zeitgeist of the time was change. When the world was moving fast and everything seemed possible, The Graduate manifested all of its conflicts, not to mention scandal, hope and pure exuberance.
There isn’t a hint of social realism or documentary in the collection. Ms. Rutenberg’s travels were clearly motivated by the search for startling images. Nor is there a trace of cliché. Even the much-photographed Percé Rock looks fresh, shot from a distance across textured strips of ice and open water, against a background of a cement-coloured sky and a few lonely clouds.
Now one year old, the Artefact nights at Le Bleury and Cabaret Underworld offer a rare space in Montreal for sophisticated and experimental explorations of breakbeat genres.
At World Press Photo, the best talents wield the camera not as an indifferent eye, but an instrument that reveals, often tenderly, the complexity of the world and who we are.
Instead of focussing on Gandhi’s role in the Indian Independence Movement, Gandhi en guise d’autobiographie delves into his spiritual life, his search for truth, and fight against hatred. Gandhi in his own words if he were alive.