"Art is the highest expression of an interior and unconscious arithmetic"
- G.W. Leibniz
books by tom wolfe discussed in this essay: I Am Charlotte Simmons HarperCollins (2004) 676 pp.,
Meet “John Holloway,” former clown, trucker, drug addict, high-paid crime fighter, serious adrenalin junkie, and—for now—retired undercover agent.
The sky opens it always does. From here to the lake the freshly born birds fall pink onto the streets from all the standing trees. I open my arms to
Italian artist Carol Rama, now 86, has been controversial since 1945
If the music industry can profit from a sneaky, hidden, ridiculous tax, why can’t publishers profit from a tax on paper?
london—Brian Haw and I spent the night together back in September 2002. I had a sleeping bag, which I unrolled
Who needs cod? Newfoundlanders troll the seas for treasures of a different kind.
washington—When I first moved to Toronto from the United States in the early 1990s, I loved watching local
As a classical violinist I have learned, over many years, that great music performances are more than a matter of physics and technique.
To be a warlord—that’s a little boy’s dream everywhere. Point a finger, say Bang, and thousands die.
winnipeg—We live in Wolseley, a granola-belt neighbourhood. We are surrounded by tree huggers. We’ve got
soweto—“Shoot the may-or, the may-or, the may-or! I shot the may-or, the may-or, the may-or!”
As The Newsroom enters its final season (again), Ken Finkleman faces his last temptation: being nice.
Sometimes when you are driving by a park you’ll catch a glimpse of brown-skinned women weighted with the responsibility of caring for
