tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74894262012-04-12T18:40:04.338-03:00Journey with author Michael Winter as he travels Canada reading from his brand new novel, The Big Why.Michael Winternoreply@blogger.comBlogger179125This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1166841104368199742006-12-22T22:29:00.000-04:002006-12-22T22:31:44.383-04:00okay small things. she was lying in bed with her earrings and lipstick on. she left her umbrella outside on the stairs. she said she could smell the scotch tape at the post office. the fishmongers...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1149778197057560752006-06-08T11:46:00.000-03:002006-06-08T11:49:57.076-03:00It's terrible when a sushi restaurant burns down -- the fish had no idea it was coming. But now it's rebuilt. There is a faint whiff of kipper. But it's all new inside and I order a bento box and...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1147549289143081792006-05-13T16:36:00.000-03:002006-05-13T16:41:29.190-03:00we're playing half-court, three to a team. our team is called three in the key. and I wrestle him softly to the floor. forty minutes and I'm exhausted. do you want to play full court now? just to get...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1146601008422060192006-05-02T17:10:00.000-03:002006-05-02T17:16:48.443-03:00Deer in the snow. Horses with their foals behind them. At breakfast a woman in a green ski jacket. And later she's in the programme: cabaret sequins and a band full of tuxedos. If you are an artist...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1145067763605563132006-04-14T23:16:00.000-03:002006-04-14T23:22:43.616-03:00Last night all of the moon came up out of the headland and you saw the land because of the moon. The land was almost yellow and brown and almost too the green patches of moss. You could almost see...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1144764858505052902006-04-11T11:10:00.000-03:002006-04-11T11:14:18.516-03:00A pickup passes with a young ram in the back. I'm listening to the Delmore Brothers. Why didnt anyone tell me about the Delmore Brothers before? From the 30s and 40s. They have one song, The Frozen...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1144552234341299242006-04-09T00:06:00.000-03:002006-04-09T00:10:34.356-03:00The car rental agencies close at noon on Saturdays. On Signal Hill it's a belting wind, freezing, a destroyer storming into port, a white stretch limo parks and the driver opens the door to a...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1144185111439178812006-04-04T18:10:00.000-03:002006-04-04T18:11:51.450-03:00Woman: How are you feeling? Man: Yes.Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1142459025485725062006-03-15T17:41:00.000-04:002006-03-15T17:43:45.496-04:00She bangs her tambourine like Catherine Deneuve, though someone says she's not wearing a bra. The man in front of me is leaning back, with his ear plugs in on little wires, and I feel like I'm...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1141060724796502462006-02-27T13:17:00.000-04:002006-02-28T12:26:28.216-04:00He volunteers on the slopes. He helps the handicapped. Blind people, for instance. He skis behind them. That's a gondola, that's a snowboarder. Now youre passing trees on your right. The snow is like...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1140205240609558102006-02-17T15:26:00.000-04:002006-02-17T15:40:40.653-04:00The wind is high and the sidewalks shine in clear ice. Nine valets wear green balaclavas. The man who grew the oyster beds has seven shucking knives. It's a long walk for a martini -- probably a...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1139942281394464142006-02-14T14:37:00.000-04:002006-02-14T14:42:06.273-04:00I pulled on the red slider. I chose a broom. I listened carefully to Heather. When she crouched, I crouched. When she put the butt end of her broom on the toe of her shoe, so did I. When she pushed...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1138914970590774322006-02-02T17:11:00.000-04:002006-02-02T17:16:10.603-04:00As some of you diehard blog readers know, I like to visit and grade the public restrooms of this world. I was passing Tiffany's. So I went in. I headed for the men's watches. A man with a handlebar...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1138643702869286242006-01-30T13:50:00.000-04:002006-01-30T13:55:42.096-04:00Just a bicycle tire locked to a pole, the rusted chain, no rim. New phone books are out. The strong legs of Citigroup Building, aluminum square legs. At Times Square a silver box -- a US Armed...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1138309160347728442006-01-26T16:45:00.000-04:002006-01-26T16:59:20.413-04:00I'm in the reading room at the New York Public Library. I walked between the lions and the lions are white. The oak tables are about eighteen feet long. Brass circles for electric outlets. On inner...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1138054063576831912006-01-23T18:04:00.000-04:002006-01-23T18:07:43.586-04:00I'm reading in New York Tuesday night, with Mr Joel Hynes, at the McNally Robinson bookstore in Soho. Probably the reason my publisher has set up this blog is so I'll mention things like this. So I'm...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1137952949791089252006-01-22T13:54:00.000-04:002006-01-22T14:02:29.803-04:00At Victoria Park a man in a grey winter coat is ascending the subway escalator. He has a grocery bag full of gasoline at his face. At Matt Cohen Square an elderly Chinese couple feed a dog that...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1136484785344071312006-01-05T14:11:00.000-04:002006-01-05T14:13:05.360-04:00I visited a tree I hadnt seen in a year. Same tree. Same snow in its limbs. This was near Flesherton.Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1136396998433020672006-01-04T13:36:00.000-04:002006-01-04T13:50:00.160-04:00We drove to Lake Huron and stood on the ice. There was sand mixed with the ice. A woman said to her daughter, Skate out further I dont want you skating on the sand. We played darts at Finnegans, in...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1135713093858724602005-12-27T15:43:00.000-04:002005-12-27T15:51:33.866-04:00He arranges three glasses of whisky on the piano stool. Then the piano player wants to sit down, so he carefully arranges them on a small cushioned seat. He leans back on a high chair wearing a...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1135353946771217432005-12-23T11:49:00.000-04:002005-12-23T12:05:46.850-04:00We're shoulder to shoulder at the best party of the year. One of those dangerous, catered parties, where waiters refill your glass, so you can't count your drinks. An extravagant party where the...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1135187711472864502005-12-21T13:44:00.000-04:002005-12-21T13:55:51.323-04:00It sat under the kitchen table, bleeding. Was this a mouse. It was a big mouse. It sat there, panting, dripping. The rat trap upside down beside it. The long coil of tail. Dark and tapered and...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1134849016268263842005-12-17T15:41:00.000-04:002005-12-17T15:50:16.280-04:00I'm carryng two fillets of turbot, two dozen oysters and a nine pound capon. there's a pound of parmesan too. It has the word parmigiana on the yellow rind. I'm on my way home to cook the lunch that...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1133370049462647202005-11-30T12:54:00.000-04:002005-11-30T13:00:49.473-04:00Late at night, we're with friends attending the launch of Spirit magazine. We're in a crushed bar, DNA, on Adelaide. A native hiphop artist, doing those hand gestures, as if he's pressing air down. A...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489426.post-1132955188891884892005-11-25T17:40:00.000-04:002005-11-25T17:46:28.903-04:00Snow hurtles us forward into the year. At night, faces are lit from below because of the snow. Waiting for a streetcar at the Spadina subway line. How unfinished these underground stations look. The...Michael Winternoreply@blogger.com1