From Yan Liang: The Terracotta Warriors Go West
“The First Emperor could never have dreamed that 2200 years later, his terracotta soldiers would travel to almost every corner of the world, while he still rests in his mysterious underground palace.”
In its ongoing interest in everything that books are about, or, to put it differently, on the literary as it intersects with just about everything, Salon .ll. rescues a remarkable set of photographs of Canadian Pacific executives from obscurity and asks its loyal readers: Can these photos help illuminate our literary discussions?
Patience may be needed, for these photos may take a few seconds to come into focus.
“The First Emperor could never have dreamed that 2200 years later, his terracotta soldiers would travel to almost every corner of the world, while he still rests in his mysterious underground palace.”
Carolyn Marie Souaid remembers a country of promise and hope, but also a land of despair and ruins.
"Let’s remember that Venice is a fish, after all. She sprang from the lagoon like a miraculous birth. If she is to swim freely, her waters must be respected and protected. How can we allow these titans of steel and smoke to threaten the vitality of the most original city in the world?”
While the Miron biography is a considerable assessment of the one of the great figures of nationalist Quebec, the publication this month of a new novel by Catherine Mavrikakis is an event, too, and one of the surest signs of vitality among a younger generation of Quebec writers.
And then there's Perrine Leblanc, aged 31.
Catherine Mavrikakis