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Volume 14, No. 2

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By Eric Boodman

The Anatomy Of Clay
By Abby Paige

They Fight Like Soldiers, They Die Like Children / Mobilizing The Will To Intervene: Leadership To Prevent Mass Atrocities
By Aparna Sanyal


Bats Or Swallows
Reviewed by Taylor Tower

Lives: Whole And Otherwise
Reviewed by Rosel Kim

Reviewed by Kimberly Bourgeois

Spat The Dummy
Reviewed by Ian McGillis

The Obituary
Reviewed by Anna Leventhal

Three Deaths
Reviewed by Rob Sherren


Bad Animals: A Father’s Accidental Education In Autism
Reviewed by Leila Marshy

Making Waves: The Continuing Portuguese Adventure
Reviewed by Joni Dufour

The Republic Of Therapy
Reviewed by Sarah Fletcher

Writing In The Time Of Nationalism: From Two Solitudes To Blue Metropolis
Reviewed by Gregory J. Reid

You Could Lose An Eye: My First 80 Years In Montreal
Reviewed by Joel Yanofsky

non-fiction at a glance

Eeyou Istchee: Land Of The Cree/terre Des Cris
Reviewed by Carol Katz

The Origin Of A Person
Reviewed by Prosenjit Dey Chaudhury


Blood Is Blood
Reviewed by Bert Almon

Hard Feelings
Reviewed by Bert Almon

Poets And Killers
Reviewed by Bert Almon

Song Of The Taxidermist
Reviewed by Bert Almon

The Collected Books Of Artie Gold
Reviewed by Bert Almon

The Truth Of Houses
Reviewed by Bert Almon

Where We Might Have Been
Reviewed by Bert Almon

the mile end café

The October Crisis, 1970 An Insider’s View/trudeau's Darkest Hour, War Measures In Time Of Peace, October 1970
Reviewed by Mélanie Grondin

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young readers

Captured: The Divided Realms Series, Book 1
Reviewed by Andrea Belcham

Into The Mist: The Story Of The Empress Of Ireland
Reviewed by Andrea Belcham

Milo: Sticky Notes And Brain Freeze
Reviewed by Andrea Belcham

Noni Says No
Reviewed by Andrea Belcham

Raffi’s New Friend
Reviewed by Andrea Belcham

Scaredy Squirrel Has A Birthday Party
Reviewed by Andrea Belcham

Today, Maybe
Reviewed by Andrea Belcham

Without You
Reviewed by Andrea Belcham

Spat The Dummy
Ed Macdonald
paper 270 pp.
Anvil Press ISBN 9781897535318

Spat the Dummy
If I Were a Man Whore

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New Document Go into any bar of a certain type and you’re almost sure to see a guy like Spat Ryan. He’ll look like he’s been there for a while, sitting alone, but not so alone that he’s not compelled to voice his comments about all and sundry: the music, the weather, politics, women. He’s not old but not exactly young anymore either; not an obvious sociopath, but someone you nonetheless feel you’d engage at your peril, exuding, as he does, the hard drinker’s volatile mix of self- righteousness and self-loathing. So, would you like to get to know him? Well, Ed Macdonald’s debut novel is your chance. And here’s the thing: you’ll be glad you did.

“If I were a man whore, I’d be stinking rich,” unemployed divorcee Spat says of himself early on. “I’d probably have a little more self-respect, too. Maybe even some respect from other people.” The Montreal setting places him in a lineage: he’s a Leonard Cohen hero gone to seed, an older Duddy Kravitz, but without the ambition. There are no prizes for guessing that Spat’s bluster and self-deprecation belie a man in denial of something very upsetting; in his case it quite likely involves the small-time Irish hood who raised him. You’d be skittish, too, if you couldn’t see a maimed person on the street without wondering whether it was your father who’d done the damage. The spur to get to the root of all the angst comes when Spat learns that his ex-wife Patty (referred to by him, with typically charming affection, as Hitler) announces that she’s pregnant and that the child may be his. Using some handily inherit- ed money, he flies to Australia, his mission to glean some family knowledge from his long-lost mother before embarking on the perils of parenthood himself.

Macdonald has done a lot of writing for television and the theatre, and it shows in his sure-handed sense of pacing. Spat has his introspective side, as has been hinted, but Macdonald is wise enough not to give it too much space: we’re never far from the next bit of gleefully inappropriate behaviour, the next booze-fuelled public pratfall. The dialogue, too, is spot-on. Spat and his contemporaries speak in the terse inverted-comma tones of people who’ve grown up on the movies. The Australians sound Australian without lapsing into Bruce-and-Sheila cliché. The resulting variety of voices is crucial, as few would want to spend too long at a stretch in the clammy confines of Spat’s head. Here is a writer who knows how to put people together on the page and let the sparks fly: passages between Spat and an older, fellow alcoholic he encounters at a recovery meeting are drawn with the delicacy and barbed wit of a good inner-city vignette from The Wire.

Structurally, Macdonald takes some risks, and they don’t all pay off. The big dark secret – the one alluded to repeatedly in the early chapters, the thing that will presumably make sense of the emotional train wreck Spat’s life has become – is revealed surprisingly early, and from that point on the novel is less a plot-driven family-mystery story than an extended first-person character study. In that sense, the book’s success really does depend on how the reader takes to Spat, and he’s by no means an easy ride. At several points, when it appears he’s attained some measure of maturity, he goes and gets plastered again. It can be maddening, but then, Spat is a maddening man. To present him as anything else would be to sell him short and to render less meaningful his ultimately poignant groping toward a greater self-recognition. Rest assured that even in enlightened mode Spat is still, frankly, a bit of a jerk. We wouldn’t want him any other way.

Ian McGillis writes a twice-weekly literary blog at