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Category: Reflections

A December Sunday

Sunday, December 15th started with a visit to the National Gallery of Canada. I should go more often, especially as I live barely four kilometres away — and anyhow, the times are such that reminders are sometimes needed that Canada is worthy of preserving. The gallery’s ghostly Rideau Chapel, where disembodied voices sing and whisper, never falls out of vogue.…

Justice as theatre — A review of the Ottawa Little Theatre’s production of Guilty Conscience

Ian Gillies, who directed the play Guilty Conscience at the Ottawa Little Theatre, poses a question: what does justice look like? Well, it looks like theatre, Mr. Gillies. I attended the matinee this Sunday afternoon of the 1985 play by Richard Levinson and William Link. While billed a suspense, it’s sprinkled generously with light, comic moments. Arthur, played by David…

Dusk at half past three

The city worker carried on with his duties moments before the eclipse — the one that a continent had awaited enthusiastically. A dozen people and their dogs gathered in Ottawa’s Richelieu Park with sunglasses, eclipse glasses, and phones. The worker rode in on his tractor, singularly focused on his task at hand. One by one he removed the buckets from…

Café culture

The featured letter in this past weekend’s Ottawa Citizen is from Patricia Willoughby, who captures well the value of café culture. The same extends to bistros and pubs too, as places that can become a “second home,” especially to those living in downtown apartments. I wrote more than one conference paper and bits of my PhD dissertation in the ornate…

Fiction as an agent of the moral imagination

As we consider and reconsider the role of social media in shaping public discourse, here’s a quote from twentieth century literary critic Lionel Trilling on fiction as a tool of introspection — an area where online echo chambers typically fail: “For our time the most effective agent of the moral imagination has been the novel of the last two hundred…