THE UNIVERSITY OF SASKATCHEWAN’S MAIN CAMPUS IS SITUATED ON TREATY 6 TERRITORY AND THE HOMELAND OF THE MÉTIS.
By The Sheaf January 22, 2011
Dianne Warren’s Cool Water is a demure, unassuming novel perfectly tuned to the pace of life in small-town Saskatchewan. It was also the ideal book to read over the Christmas holidays.
By The Sheaf January 22, 2011
There is only one word that truly describes One Day by David Nicholls and that is: “real.”
By The Sheaf October 14, 2010
David Mitchell’s sprawling epic of unparalleled ambition and oneiric fantasy fuses together a seemingly disparate agglomeration of narratives into a work of startling vigour and resonance. It was even shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize in 2004.
By The Sheaf October 5, 2010
Ulysses, a colleague of mine once deftly observed, “is the novel of the 20th century.” I responded, “Ulysses may indeed be the novel of the 20th century, but Martin Amis’s Money is the best novel about the 20th century.”
By The Sheaf September 30, 2010
Ostensibly a collection of loosely journalistic articles covering the 1972 American presidential campaign, Thompson’s masterpiece contains much more than straightforward political reportage. It is a deeply personal memoir of one man’s attempt to comprehend the rapidly changing nature of American politics.
By The Sheaf September 21, 2010
Nothing is new in this book; in Shirer’s account Hitler is still a vile man and his henchmen still do vile things. Why then, you might justifiably wonder, is this colossal book so important?
By The Sheaf September 16, 2010
I grew up questioning the authorship of To Kill a Mockingbird. I did not believe Harper Lee wrote it. I didn’t even think that she could have written it. It was too good and too profound.
By The Sheaf September 8, 2010
Catch-22, Joseph Heller’s magnificently subversive rumination on the madness of war, the evils of bureaucracy and the ineluctable absurdity of the human condition, is my favourite novel. I have read it a dozen times over, and it comes easily to hand whenever I find myself slouching about, opening books at random.