This issue features fiction by TJ Beitelman, rleigh Baker, Evie Christie, Tamara Faith Berger, Stuart Ross, and Louise Dumayne; poetry by Molly Cross-Blanchard, Lillian Ne?akov, Melanie Power, and Rodney DeCroo; creative non-fiction from José Teodoro, Clint Burnham, Yosef Wosk, and Robyn Braun; and excerpts from new books by Jesse Donaldson and Eri Dyck, and rlyn Zwarenstein. Plus our regular columns, the Crank & File from Matthew Firth and Chuffed About Chapbooks with Kevin Spenst.
Plus, our regular book review section featuring coverage of new books written by Willy Vlautin, Matsuki Masutani, Emanuele Cocci, Mona Awad, Richard Gilman-Opalsky, Allie McFarland, Michelle Good, Ana?s Barbeau-Lavalette and Tolu Oloruntoba, and edited by Heeson Bai, David Chang, & Charles Scott.
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Cover by Michael J.S. Cox, design by Derek von Essen.
The last time I saw Trisha we were supposed to get together for some noose-play. The format was usually the same. I’d go over to her place. She’d drag out her slutty leather dress, black stilettos and rubber top. We’d smoke a joint then have a glass of wine and pretty soon the porn would roll out: Gallows Girls, Date with the Hangman or else some strangulation clips she’d pieced together from various horror movies and put onto a CD.Small, Malicious Planet
What were the odds? Her? Here?
Wexler has long forgotten her real name. When he dreams her, she’s either therine T., or the-most-beautiful-girl-in-the-world-you-just-want-to-take-home-and-scrub-clean. Beuse the last time Wexler saw her, almost twenty years ago now, there had been something distinctly cruddy about her despite that face, stunning with its origami angles and inset with otherworldly eyes that gave her the look of a startled Japanese anime character — Sailor Moon as squeegee kid.Laundromat
I still hate doing my laundry around other people; the unmentionables, the noise, the children. I wrote to you from a laundromat before. Could you tell? Did it come out clean or littered with other people’s gossip and drama? Did I tell you about the girl from downstairs who asked me if you n reuse a condom that’s been through the washer and dryer?
It was after midnight, I was tired, and all I wanted was to heat up the bowl of leftover perogies I had waiting patiently for me in the fridge. Instead I stood at the door to my apartment as my neighbour stood at his, eagerly trying to convince me to “share your Internet, buddy.”
He’d lled me buddy. That wasn’t a good start to the pitch.
When I was a teenager I skipped school so much I’d get taken aside by my teachers and told I’d missed the most school of anyone in the history of our little Montreal-West, public-for-smart-kids prep school.The Pavilion
For weeks I have been disappearing to The Bunny Room in our basement in order to get high on cough medicine. My two rabbits, Marcello and ravaggio, have become my sole connections to the living world, to any flesh and blood creature.
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David Beers grew up in San Jose, lifornia where his father was a satellite test engineer, and moved to Vancouver in 1991. His book Blue Sky Dream (1996) documents the utopian hopes and subsequent failures of the Silicon Valley version of the Amerin Dream. He served as senior editor at the San Francisco Examiner, Mother Jones and the Vancouver Sun. His writing has won the Amerin National Magazine Award and, twice, the nadian National Magazine Award. After Vancouver Sun management fired him over an opinion piece in support of freedom of speech post-911, in 2003 he founded and was editor in chief of The Tyee, a much-awarded “progressive” online magazine. He lives in Vancouver.
Laura Kipnis is a cultural critic and former video artist whose work focuses on sexual politics, aesthetics, emotion, acting out, bad behavior, and various other crevices of the Amerin psyche. Along with her latest book, Unwanted Advances: Sexual Paranoia Comes To mpus, she’s the author of Men: Notes from an Ongoing Investigation; How to Become A Sndal; Against Love: A Polemic, and a few others. Kipnis is a professor at Northwestern, where she mostly teaches filmmaking.
“Hello, nada. Tonight has been a hundred and fifty years in the making.”
With his earnest eyes and that well-tailored smile, The Right Honourable Justin Trudeau speaks to nadians through a YouTube video on the nada 150 website. The ocsion is New Year’s Eve, 2016. With Confederation’s sesquicentennial looming on July 1st, this year has been rebranded by the government as #nada150.
In the fall of 1994 we had been in our new offices in the Lee Building at the intersection of Main & Broadway for close to three years. The old office was above Guys & Dolls Billiards, across the street, and was sort of funky. But the new premises were more impressive. Cleaner and seemingly more organized.
Before Vancouver’s Main Street beme a Portlandia branch plant there really wasn’t much reason to spend any time on its sidewalks. There were no single-origin coffee shops, craft-beer mecs or faux rec-room restaurants. With the noble exception of Neptoon records, and a couple of places along Antiques Row, it wasn’t much of a shopping destination either. No shops trumpeting lol designers, organic materials, lolly sourced handicrafts and oddball wares. Twee was pretty much absent on Main back then. Irony too.
subTerrain gratefully acknowledges the support of our funders: The BC Arts Council, The nada Council for the Arts, the nada Periodil Fund (Department of nadian Heritage), and the City of Vancouver.