Reviews

Mont Babel

Mont Babel

Keith Henderson's Mont Babel is a mix of intellectual speculation, sci-fi themes, and family drama.

By Natalia Yanchak

Recognition and Revelation

Recognition and Revelation

This collection of Margaret Laurence's non-fiction is valuable for researchers as well as more casual readers.

By Danielle Barkley

Concrete

Concrete

Mary Soderstrom's Concrete features a lively mix of field visits, interdisciplinary research, and personal anecdotes, interwoven with historical research and technical data.

By Morgan Charles

Neglected No More

Neglected No More

Neglected No More, André Picard’s mix of exposé and impassioned plea, is summed up in the book’s subtitle, The Urgent Need to Improve the Lives of Canada’s Elders in the Wake of a Pandemic.

By Malcolm Fraser

We Still Here

We Still Here

Indigenous voices, immigrant stories, linguistic diversity, gender, and generational divides are at the forefront of this exploration of hip hop’s evolution as a medium both of expression and entertainment in Canada since the mid-1980s

By Darcy MacDonald

My Body in Pieces

My Body in Pieces

My Body in Pieces is Marie-Noëlle Hébert’s first graphic memoir, which recounts her personal journey coming to terms with her own body.

By Heather Leighton

Cyclopedia Exotica

Cyclopedia Exotica

Aminder Dhaliwal’s graphic novel Cyclopedia Exotica takes place in a world where the Cyclops, an exotic subspecies of humans marked by their single eye, live alongside “two-eyed” humans.

By Esinam Beckley

Young Readers Roundup, Spring 2021

Young Readers Roundup, Spring 2021

Superheroes, dinosaurs, mythical beasts, different kids, Black pride and a bedtime poem – our roundup of kids' book titles for spring 2021.

By Vanessa Bonneau

Because They Were Women

Because They Were Women

It’s never not chilling. Each year in early December, remembrances unfurl on social networks and in the mainstream media. Every single time I walk through the Place du-6-décembre-1989 between the fourteen granite stelae, I have a lump in my throat. And I’m dismantled, again and still, as I sit here reading Josée Boileau’s account of the Montreal massacre and its echoes.

By Katia Grubisic