by Bill Wren on September 26, 2011
I lived in Alberta for roughly twenty years before moving to New Brunswick about five years ago. Over the last few days, I’ve discovered one of the hazards of having lived there for so long. You are never where you were. (If you’re impatient, just scroll to the end for the capper.)
by Bill Wren on August 25, 2011
(Review of Memories of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.) When I first read Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Memories of My Melancholy Whores (translated by Edith Grossman), a novella published in English in 2005, I did not like it. I’ve recently re-read it and found it much more rewarding. I believe my first reading was [...]
by Bill Wren on August 24, 2011
What the world really needs is poetry in posts. Seriously. Keep in mind, when we use the word poetry we usually mean it in one of two ways. There is the very technical use when we are talking about something like a Shakespearean sonnet. But there is also the much more common use, in the [...]
by Bill Wren on June 14, 2011
This is about sports and stories – specifically, hockey and stories. So you’ve been warned. We’re down to Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals. That’s a big deal in Canada and, depending on who and where you are, it may be a big deal to you. Two teams are in it: the Vancouver Canucks [...]
by Bill Wren on March 9, 2011
When you find a door locked it’s not unusual to waste a lot of time trying to open it. But it’s locked and no matter what you do it won’t open. That is when you pause, take a look around and notice the window – and it’s open. That’s your way in. It can take [...]
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