Mordecai Richler

ONE One morning—during the record cold speli of 1851 — a big menacing black bird, the likes of which had never been seen before, soared over the crude mill town of Magog, swooping low again and again. Luther Hollis brought down the bird with his Springfield. Then the men saw a team of twelve...

OneNineteen ninety. On a perfect summer day in Montreal, local raspberries in season, two tickets to that night's ball game riding in my breast pocket, I went to meet some friends at a downtown bar I favored at the time: Woody's Pub, on Bishop Street. As I arrived, a solemn middle-aged man was...

1 Most nézzetek meg, morfondíroz Joshua. Jobb lába nem lóg már a kórházi mennyezethez erősített csigasoron, bár a gipszet még nem vették le róla, az ő korában lassabban gyógyul a többszörös törés. Csövek sem kígyóznak már az orrlyukából, nem táplálják...