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Pursued by Furies by Gordon Bowker: portrait of the artist as a drunk

Pursued by Furies: A Life of Malcolm Lowry by Gordon Bowker My rating: 4 of 5 stars This biography contains a wealth of detail—but is it worth it? I first heard the name “Malcolm Lowry” in about 1968, when I … Continue reading

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the thrice-born story

When my father arrived, at age 14, with his mother in Halifax in 1948 as a refugee from Germany, it had been 4 years since he had last seen his father, Alexander. Alexander had waved goodbye to them from the … Continue reading

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birth of the (serious) writer

I’ve finally got my mailing-list signup form up and running (see sidebar to the left), and as an immediate bonus for signing up, my new subscriber (such as, for instance, your own good self) receives an e-book version of my … Continue reading

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a python is (almost) conceived

On 6 May 2011 I made a final post to my old blog, Genesis of a Historical Novel, entitled “a python is born”, announcing the e-publication of my novel Truth of the Python. But I want to explore how that … Continue reading

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how should I vote?

Ten years ago, when my temporary ordination as a Buddhist monk at Gampo Abbey was cut short by a ruptured Achilles tendon, and I was being driven to the bus stop by my abbey friend Geoff, he asked me, “Do … Continue reading

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prose sketch: out the bedroom window

Tue 27 Nov 2012 1:20 p.m. my bedroom The sun is right above the neighbors’ chimney, a brilliant nuclear egg shining through the layers of cotton-batting cloud. There is a mildness to it, a neutrality. I think of decks of … Continue reading

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sketchbook: Monday 19 November 2012

Mon 19 Nov 2012 ca. 11:50 a.m. my bedroom The vermilion leaves of the Japanese maple have turned to russet—the color of dried blood. I look down on it from above. The handrails of our balcony angle into its branches, … Continue reading

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sketchbook: Thursday 15 November 2012

Thu 15 Nov 2012 ca. 8:15 am Lonsdale & 19th Medical Clinic Irregular warren in the dilapidated 1950s building: black steel-framed chairs, corridor walls lined with medical files, potted incandescent lights set in the acoustic tile of the ceiling. The … Continue reading

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my liberal-education report card

In my last post I reviewed the reasons that I think liberal education is so important. Since I’m trying to acquire a liberal education through my own self-study program, a natural question is, what is my own progress? Without a … Continue reading

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where does the time go? I’ll tell you

We’ve all heard—and used—the excuse, “I would’ve done x, but I didn’t have time.” Indeed, I was tempted to trot this one out to explain the infrequency of my blog posts. But I don’t believe in that excuse. I think … Continue reading

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