This Magazine articles from September 1997

This Magazine archives from September 1997

Blarney's wedding.
September 1, 1997... Following in the trailblazing footsteps of Saturday Night magazine, whose July/August issue featured a Mordecai Richler short story sponsored by Absolut Vodka, This Magazine is proud to present the following piece of fiction brought to you by...

Driving Miss Suzy: they called Debora De Angelis a troublemaker.
September 1, 1997... It's an average women's clothing store in an average mall. Trendy clothes line the racks, their brightly coloured tags screaming Cheap! Cheap! Cheap! This is where Debora De Angelis (right), a 22-year-old labour-management relations...

Culture crunching.
September 1, 1997... Total number of Canadians employed by the culture industry: 1.2 million Annual contribution to the economy by Canada's cultural industry: $25 billion Government support for arts and culture: more than $2 billion "Culture is the...

This land is our land.
September 1, 1997... To hear Quebec separatists talk, you'd think they owned the franchise on sovereign nations. But Rene Levesque, Jacques Parizeau and Lucien Bouchard combined have won fewer referendums than Joseph Morneau, leader of the newly founded nation of...

One of these days these shoes are gonna walk all over you (Nike).
September 1, 1997... "We're dealing with governments that are less than ideal," admits billionaire Nike CEO Phil Knight. But that doesn't seem to stop the world's biggest athletic shoe maker from operating its manufacturing plants in low-wage Asian nations, where...

Tales from the front lines: he's always been a political animal.
September 1, 1997... To be a candidate for public office is possibly the quintessential experience of late modernity. This is, after all, the century that invented stardom in its many forms. Each of us are promised our 15 minutes, if not on the big stage of world...

This won't hurt a bit (taxation).
September 1, 1997... The twin firestorms of globalization and technology are ripping through the industrial economy and gutting the government's power to tax. Is a new tax on the bits of information that feed this monster the answer? Voting for the NDP in the...

I've roughed it in the bush. Can I go home now? (This Magazine's second-annual literary issue).
September 1, 1997... Forget rotting steel towns, beer bottles, sturdy Prairie women. Forget wheat fields and earnest odes to the unsung heroes of shortwave radio. The latest crop of Canadian writers is retiring the old saws of Canadian writing and sashaying...

Proud selenographer.
September 1, 1997... DO YOU BELIEVE IN innocence? Not in the effect of innocence, the charming stunned expression of a foreigner, a virgin or a child, but the state of innocence. I wonder sometimes if the only way that an adult can ever find themselves in the state...

i like your parent's liquor store, baby.
September 1, 1997... i like santa monica the way everthing shines like new minted coins like the hubs of a 735i like a gold rolex i like the promise of the morning the restaurant where we sit kona coffee and eggs benedict the actors...

Sundrunk.
September 1, 1997... When the sundrunks stumble out to tan with their browning hides and pretty hands, bending to adjust their towels and stretching, too, like cats on windowsills, tigers on sand: and their hair goes blonde in nostalgic places like the...

Journalist & the murderer.
September 1, 1997... The following is an excerpt from Paul's Case (Insomniac, fall 1997), a book consisting of a series of imaginary letters to convicted murderer Paul Bernardo ... it was also clear that The King was one of those cruel rulers, only deigning to...

Swiss chalet.
September 1, 1997... THE first time he delivers chicken to 38 Birch Crescent he has to ring the bell three times. He checks the address, backs up to the end of the driveway and notices a light on in an upper room. He goes back to pressing the doorbell, fury rising...

Furbelow.
September 1, 1997... "Diamonds!" I said. "Gypsum," he said. He worked for the government. He shone his flashlight and the walls twinkled. "Probably deposited by a subterranean stream. These walls show signs of water erosion." We wormed along on our...

Tell me again.
September 1, 1997... how you think finishing school'd smooth my passage. How much easier, then, my entrance into the proper room, or into a harbour under white sail. I'm listening to your rich tongue. I hear my broad vowels, their grunts and yowls old as a table...

Alien.
September 1, 1997... "You held my hand," Persky's brother said. Persky's hands were fists hanging just apart from his body. "You did," his brother said. "Well," Persky said. "I know what you don't know." "What's that?" Persky's brother said....

Rejected: p.s. let's do lunch.
September 1, 1997... The following are excerpts from letters written between 1991 and 1997 by artistic directors, literary managers and dramaturges to playwright Jason Sherman, who won the Governor General's Award for his play Three in the Back, Two in the Head....

Now a word from our unelected officials (Business Council on National Issues).
September 1, 1997... Imagine the weirdness of a national unity conference without a national leader and without the head of the province most significantly affected by the discussions. Then imagine the nine attending premiers proclaiming the importance of "the...