My writing life was not all doom and gloom this past year.
I wrote a cheeky first person account for Zoomer magazine about my blue hair.
And I wrote an essay for Queen’s Quarterly about First World War poets Rupert Brooke, Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen, the journey from patriotism to despair and the generational divide that separated the old sages who were writing propaganda and the young writers slogging it out in gore and massacres in the trenches of northern France and Flanders.
Here’s a link to a small piece I recently wrote for The Atlantic Monthly on Famous Last Words.
The unexpected dearh of novelist Richard B. Wright earlier this year reminded me of a profile I wrote of him when his Giller winning novel, Clara Callan, was published.