Klein & Me

Went to the A.M. Klein plaque unveiling at St. Jax (???) Montréal (formerly the Church of St. James the Apostle). Both are strange: the unveiling and the change of the Church's name. (Who is St. Jax?) I don’t know if this symbolic image (the shroud-wrapped plaque) was intentional. It’s the ritual performed a year after a Jewish burial. A headstone is erected. A white cloth, apron-like, is tied around the stone and then before the stone with name, dates and quote is unveiled a prayer is recited. Probably not, but there it was, 44 years after his death. The plaque, wrapped in a white cloth, rests upon the altar. Actually, it wasn't an apron but more like the cloth in which the afikoman is hi

Modecai & Me

Went bicycling this fine October day. Unusually fine for a Montreal fall day. The leaves were turning their brilliant browns, reds, yellows and all the in-between shades. Especially up on Mount Royal. Proud of myself, only walked the bike once and only for the last bit of uphill. Then the glorious downhill. The mountain and the city a blur. All the way down Camille Houde – that’s the name of the road, named after one of our famous crooked mayors – all the way to Bleury (Park Ave. of my childhood). Almost past the gazebo. The Mordecai Richler Gazebo. After three years of bickering and politicking, Montreal’s most famous novelist – for some, most famous Anglophone novelist – for some, most hat

Wrongs & Rights

Human Rights Museum Winnipeg Winnipeg Sept 28, 2016 I'm at the Thin Air Literary Festival in Winnipeg. Pleased to be invited, happy to have a novel published. Never, Again. Signature Editions. Please buy. Okay, promo done. Went to the Human Rights Museum. From the outside, it looks like a silver helmet of a knight errant, maybe Don Quixote, ready to do battle against Sir Dragon of Human Wrongs. Designed by Antoine Predock. I walked its seven-floor labyrinthian walk, stopped at the human wrongs of times, places and ways & means. There were, are and will be wrongs displayed, lamented, worried about and righted. I hope. Even if not, in this place of hope, it is. This place should be compulsory

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