Read books that you enjoy! If you like, you can read the prologue of my novel Fortune Cookie🥠 for free on the Tightrope Books web site at this link.💜📚
Friday, March 27, 2020
I hope everyone is staying health and safe in these unprecedented times. Please wash your hands regularly, stay six feet away from people and do your best to support those who need some help.
Monday, February 4, 2019
It has come to my attention that the digital magazine, Steel Bananas, is no more. In 2011, the mag published the short story below. In that the story is no longer available, I'm reprinting it here...
When René Lévesque Came to Class
When I was a kid I lived in an English-speaking part of Montreal. I was part of that first-generation of children who went to French Immersion. I didn’t attend the brown-bricked school around the corner but instead walked over the tracks to the new part of town. It was a long walk in winter. We didn’t know much about politics or the Quiet Revolution then. We sometimes heard about those people who wanted Quebec to leave Canada, but we didn’t understand why. We were Canadians just like our hockey team.
My teacher’s name was Mademoiselle Tremblay. She was from a place called Trois-Rivières, not France or Belgium like the other teachers in the school. Mademoiselle Tremblay had long straight hair and wore tan sandals with blue socks. One morning she started class with a special announcement: “René Lévesque will be visiting us next week.”
I didn’t know much about René Lévesque. My parents had a cartoon book for adults. In the book, there was frog named René whose mouth was full of Export A’s. He was always fighting with another frog named Pierre. To prepare for his arrival, Mademoiselle Tremblay had us make a papier maché bust of Monsieur Lévesque. We also practiced singing a song called Mon pays c’est l’hiver by a man named Gilles Vigneault. Mademoiselle Tremblay said he was a very famous singer—even if none of us had ever heard of him.
Monsieur Lévesque spent about two hours with our class. I thought he would be a big man, but he wasn’t much taller than I was. He complimented us on our French and asked us to tell our parents not to be afraid of him and his party. Although smoking wasn’t allowed, Monsieur Lévesque lit up one cigarette after another. He said the papier maché was remarquable.
I live in Toronto now, but I go back to Montreal regularly. My mother is no longer in our old English-speaking neighbourhood. She has a condo in St. Henri, right near the street made famous by the Lacasse Family in The Tin Flute. Her French is really good these days.
On my last visit, my mother played me a song by Les Cowboys Fringants. “They’re a hip, young sovereigntist band,” my mother said. The song was called René Lévesque. The Fringants would have all have been little kids when he died. My mother had tickets for their next concert.
Before leaving Montreal that time, I took a long walk along Boulevard René-Lévesque. I felt both triste and pleased about a street we once called Dorchester.
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Draft Series. Come by the The Dock on Queen (932 Queen St. East, Toronto) to hear new work by Tony Pi, Helen Tran, Jade Wallace in collaboration with Joshua P’ng, and me.
Friday, November 24, 2017
Fortune Cookie. Enter by November 28 for your chance to win. The Goodreads link to the book is here.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Sunday, January 8, 2017
|Yours truly pictured with the GMM anthology on |
the Sunburst Awards auction table at the
2016 World Fantasy Convention
I meant to post on New Year's Eve or New Year's Day but a bout with a virus got in the way. So here I am as January 2017 is now fully upon us, reflecting on the past year. For many, 2016 was an up and down year and I can say the same. However, I've got a lot of gratitude for the "Ups"—including a 2016 World Fantasy Award nomination in the special professional category for my work on the Gods, Memes and Monsters anthology. I was deeply honoured by the nomination and delighted to have attended the World Fantasy convention in Columbus OH. I owe a huge debt to the wonderful people at Stone Skin and all of the 60 GMM contributors, as the nomination could not have happened without any of them. Gratitude is a wonderful thing—something I'm planning on keeping in mind throughout this coming year.
Sunday, November 6, 2016
It's been a blast and perhaps just a little more work than I expected ;), but I'm now up to the letter "Z" in my Stone Skin Press Gods, Memes and Monsters anthology "Quick-Hit-a-Thon." For this 62nd and final post in the series, I'm highlighting the updated, charming and frozen-dinner eating "Zmeu" creature by award-nominated Canadian actor/author/pop culture scholar/"fanthropologist" J.M. Frey. Frey's story opens with "The crying echoed and tripped along..."