books from the 2017 New Brunswick Book Awards have been reviewed here at The Miramichi Reader: Wayne Curtis’ Homecoming and Jan Wong’s Apron Strings. Both are worthy contenders in their respective categories. I have also reviewed Rachel Bryant’s The Homing Place which is a very insightful book of early Indigenous and Settler literature. Links to the above reviews can be found below.
Saint John (NB) March 23, 2018 – The Fiddlehead and the Writers’ Federation of New Brunswick have announced the shortlisted titles for the third annual New Brunswick Book Awards.… Continue reading
The shortlists for the Atlantic Book Awards have been announced, and since The Miramichi Reader has reviews of seven of them (plus one children’s book), I thought it might be helpful to provide links to the reviews for the various nominees. The books that have been reviewed here will have links embedded in them and will open in a new window. Some of the links will redirect you to the Consumed by Ink website, should they happen to have a review there.… Continue reading
the healthcare world in which I work, a “sentinel event” is defined as: “any unanticipated event in a healthcare setting resulting in death or serious physical or psychological injury to a patient or patients, not related to the natural course of the patient’s illness.” In the day to day mundane world in which we all live, there is typically one (possibly two) sentinel-like events that physically, if not psychologically change our life course.… Continue reading
The beauty of many old churches (particularly cathedrals, basilicas, etc.) is in their architecture as well as in their religious art, whether it is the many large frescoes or the exquisite stained glass windows that adorn them. The late (1885-1973) Italian-Canadian artist and stained glass master Guido Nincheri has enjoyed a recent resurgence of interest, thanks to his grandson Roger Bocchini Nincheri who has been tirelessly photographing and cataloging his grandfather’s hundreds of existing works.… Continue reading
don’t consider myself much of a sports fan these days. I grew up on hockey; there were only the original six NHL teams when I was a youngster. One either cheered for the Leafs or for the Canadiens. If you were lucky, you had a hockey sweater of your team; maybe a cap or toque. There was no Internet; no way to connect with other fans to create social communities (other attending actual games) to discuss scores, players, trades and so on.… Continue reading
Perhaps you have to be from rural New Brunswick (even the Miramichi) to fully understand Mr. Curtis’ past, his father’s and his grandfather’s lives lived on a farm where you logged some trees for money, grew some crops to feed yourselves and your old mare Jenny and lived in a house with no running water, no indoor plumbing, and little to no insulation. His mother’s saying that “the good old days” weren’t worth two cents has a lifetime of hardscrabble existence to back them up.… Continue reading