Walking on Water
Streams gushed freely through cities—until they were seen as a nuisance. Now, we need them back.
Streams gushed freely through cities—until they were seen as a nuisance. Now, we need them back.
Ironically, Alberta is the perfect place for a Green New Deal.
It took years for journalist Jody Porter to see that writing about other people’s pain can be a way of hiding from your own.
As going into the real world loses its appeal for Chloë Lalonde, a new game brings life's mundane routines to her screen.
As an adult, Montrealer Christine Estima discovered a buried truth about her family—and her city and country.
New poetry from Tess Liem.
New music from DijahSB, Thanya Iyer, New Fries and Ora Cogan.
Politicians have whittled down public health care for years. While caring for his dad, Ryan David Allen learned who picks up the slack.
Letter from Montreal.
New poetry from Shazia Hafiz Ramji.
New fiction from Heather O'Neill.
In a pandemic, following the rules is an act of love. But the HIV crisis taught Stephanie Nolen that overlooking them can be, too.
Letter from Montreal.
Summer reads from Saleema Nawaz, Walter Scott, Madhur Anand, Eva Crocker and others.
When you’re sheltering in place, shopping doesn’t make much sense. So why is it so hard to stop doing it?
Holed up, Suzannah Showler asks what we really owe the outside world.
A photo essay.
A pesky meme keeps saying Montreal’s overhyped. Is it right?
Writing from Quebec. Translated by Melissa Bull.
There’s such a thing as a solitary artistic genius—and Donovan Woods remembered this spring why he wouldn’t want to be one.
Apocalyptic novels used to be fun, Kevin Chong knows, but writers of the future will have to get their own literary devices.
The city only seems empty until you start walking around. Kasia van Schaik learns to appreciate it from the outside looking in.
How did we end up with a farming system that endangers both its workers and the people it feeds? Experts say this is Canada’s Gordian knot, but Francesca Bianco tries to unravel it anyway.
New music from Markus Floats, Pantayo, Basia Bulat and Carly Rae Jepsen.
Wrestling is famous for its outrageousness. It takes a special kind of fan to get bored with the mainstream.
New poetry from Andrew Faulkner.
New poetry from Tara McGowan-Ross.
A photo essay.
Jasmine Irwin went to rural Quebec for adult summer camp and learned that French immersion is not for the weak.
This isn’t your parents’ separatism, Nora Loreto writes—except in a way, it is.
New fiction by H Felix Chau Bradley.
New poetry from Natalie Lim.
Secularism supposedly only limits public life, but hundreds of thousands of Quebecers know it’s not that simple.
China is attempting a modern-day genocide, but Uyghurs living in Canada won’t let their culture be erased.
New fiction from Spencer Lucas Oakes.
Canadians have a lot of cultural bones to pick, finds Denise Brunsdon, and maybe they like it that way.
Montrealers have always fought to keep rent low. What happens when they no longer know who or how to fight?
Music put Montreal on the map, writes Adam Kovac, but the city isn’t returning the favour.
Writing from Quebec. Translated by Melissa Bull.
It’s tough times for bookstores, so how is one Toronto shop thriving—while stocking nothing on your reading list?
A man arrived in Grand Bend, Ontario, believing it was a refuge for strange species. Kieran Delamont observes the fallout.
A few citizens in Saskatchewan doubted the official account of an oil spill, Lauren Kaljur reports. But what could they do?
Between Toronto, Bombay and a new play by Wajdi Mouawad, Adnan Khan explores the ties that bind us.
The craze for “hygge” comes from a dark place, writes Luc Rinaldi, and he’s not talking about Denmark in winter.
A Canadian scientist once harnessed the power of viruses against bacterial infections. In dire times, a new generation of scientists is fighting to do the same.
A new class of entrepreneurs is selling answers to life’s biggest problems. Kathryn Jezer-Morton checks the receipts.
Rosie Long Decter follows Montreal comedian Tranna Wintour as she does her bit.