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For someone whose new novel does a convincing job of getting inside the head of a concert pianist, Mary Soderstrom has spent very little time at the keyboard — the musician’s kind, that is, not the writer’s kind. 970 more words
Anita Anand still regrets not writing a letter to Margaret Laurence.
Growing up as the daughter of Indian immigrants in Montreal, Anand was a keen reader who felt an especially strong connection to the author of The Stone Angel. 943 more words
“She was a big strapping girl, a redhead. Like a feather mattress, that woman was, and that’s a fact … In those days she could have prayed the angels themselves right down from heaven, if she’d been so inclined, and when she lay down on the moss and spread those great white thighs of hers, there wasn’t a sweeter place in this entire world.”
– The Stone Angel