Culture

David Rieff, son of Susan Sontag, remembers his mother’s final struggle with leukemia in a new memoir

My girlfriend George (short for Georgina) pulls on some stockings. They’re black, with little red hearts on them. Her coworker gave them to her. “She… Read More »The Hipless Boy: The big idea

Annual film series at the Goethe Institut places contemporary German film in dialogue with the country’s cinematic past

Montreal’s Throw Slam Poetry Collective merges camaraderie and competition

Amelia Schonbek delves into the dance scene in The Daily’s final installment on Montreal tastemakers

Montreal chef Nantha Kumar spices things up at Plateau restaurant Cash and Curry

Patricia Pearson’s personal narratives won’t put your mind at ease

Talk of the Montreal indie sound that pioneered in the early 2000s by bands such as The Unicorns has been rendered acutely obsolete. Online dissemination… Read More »We come in peace: Montreal’s Alien8 recordings

There’s something tragic about monuments built to an optimism that faded decades ago. The Soviet Union’s contribution to Expo ‘67, for instance: a large, concrete… Read More »Remembrance of times past: This is Montreal!

All the school is a stage While most students are buckling down for term papers and finals right now, the actors, directors and theatre nerds… Read More »Culture Briefs

Japan’s National Film Center is not afraid to air its dirty laundry in an anime retrospective at the Cinémathèque Québecoise

A Silver Mt. Zion helped make their neighbourhood the cultural Mecca it is today. On their new album, they do something unexpected – apologize.

I’m lying in bed, reading, and my girlfriend George (short for Georgina) is there beside me, reading too. Suddenly, I laugh out loud. George turns… Read More »The Hipless Boy: Killing, eating

Every few years, a cult classic emerges from the morass of contemporary Canadian film. In 2002 it was Men With Brooms; last year, it was… Read More »No hockey allowed in Canada’s next cult film, Rock, Paper, Scissors

“Bono and I had dinner in Dublin. We stayed up till 3:00 in the morning and got totally shitfaced,” Alex Shoumatoff tells me over noodles… Read More »When I grow up I want to be Alex Shoumatoff