The Parabolist

By Zoe Shapiro

Unless I have my nose buried in a really engrossing book, I’m a bit of a Trinity Bellwoods spastic. Cute dog to my left! Cute man on my right! Chick wearing a cute hat at 10 o clock! With park weather well and truly here, I tried to amend my skin tone (Scottish shade of pale) and went reading in the grass. And Clive Owen could’ve walked his Puggle right by me (pug/beagle mix…get your heads outta the gutter!) and I wouldn’t have noticed. I was reading The Parabolist by Nicholas Ruddock, a fab new piece of Canadian Fiction. read more...