I answered the phone. A male voice asked to speak to the man in charge. I said I was in charge and could I help him? “I don’t want to talk to a goddamn girl,” he replied. I snapped.
The 20th anniversary of the infamous nuclear meltdown stirs bitter memories for one Albertan, prompting a closer look at a global disaster former Soviets are still sweeping under the rug.
Robert Kroetsch’s long poem is to Albertans what Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass is to Americans. Revealing how we create a culture out of emptiness, the poem’s mystery lies in what it leaves unsaid.
The Edmonton Art Gallery has been rebranded. It has a new name and will get a fabulous $48-million facelift. But can the EAG really be the art gallery for all of Alberta?