Tuesday, 25 October 2016

I'm Ready to Wake Up: A Review of The Great Comet

On Tuesday, October 18th, 2016, I saw what is, in my opinion, one of the best musicals I’ve seen in a long, long time. And I’m not saying that merely because of the reason I saw this show in the first place.

Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 stars Denée Benton and Josh Groban as the two title characters, and neither disappointed. In fact, they blew me away.

Back in May, I bought my ticket for the first preview of this new musical immediately (literally immediately) after getting an email telling me that fans on Josh Groban’s mailing list were getting first crack at getting tickets. I managed to score an on stage seat to the very first preview, and let me tell you, it was worth every penny.

The experience of The Great Comet begins the moment you step into the lobby of the Imperial Theatre. It’s decrepit; old Russian propaganda posters are plastered to the wall, as well as a simple, black and white show poster. You feel like you’re walking through an old theatre which has been left abandoned. My seat was on the orchestra side of the stage set up, but to get to it, I was led through a hall that went under the stage and back up to the back of it. This hallway was even more decrepit than the hallway, and I felt like I was being led through a secret, underground tunnel to somewhere hidden from the public eye. This hallway ended at large double doors at the top of the stage. Upon stepping through, I was immediately transported to a 19th Century Russian supper club.

Upholstered banquette seats, chairs, and armchairs line the various avenues of the stage, and ultimately surround a pit at front centre stage that serves as both Pierre’s Salon and a small orchestra pit where the bassist, pianist, main conductor, and a small drumkit sit. Two staircases ascend from the stage to the mezzanine, and another two staircases descend from the stage into the orchestra. The action of the show happens all around, and those who have the on stage seating are right in the thick of it. And it’s amazing.





My seat was lower stage left, next to the stairs that came down into the audience. I had a nearly unobstructed view of everything that happened on stage. I say nearly, because I lost sight of the actors only if they sat down while at stage right. Other than that, I felt like I was in the middle of the action, and I loved every minute of it.

The Great Comet is based on Book 8 of Leo Tolstoy’s, War and Peace. It focuses on Natasha’s affair with Anatole (played by Lucas Steele), and Pierre’s search for meaning and enlightenment in his life.

Natasha is a nineteen year old, naïve yet vain ingenue, whose fiancé, Andrey (played by Nicholas Belton), is away fighting in the war. Natasha and her cousin, Sonya (portrayed by Brittain Ashford) arrive in Moscow in the winter of 1812 to stay with their godmother, Marya D. (played by Grace McLean). While there, Natasha meets her fiancé’s family, Mary and Bolkonsky (played by Gelsey Bell and Nicholas Belton respectively), where tensions rise. She is later invited to the Opera, where she meets Anatole, a dashingly handsome, yet already married officer. This meeting leaves her confused about her love for Andrey. Later, Anatole and his friend Dolokhov (played by Nick Choksi) invite Pierre out for a night of drinking, where they cross paths with Pierre’s wife of a loveless marriage, Hélène (played by Amber Gray), who taunts him with Dolokhov. Offended and drunk, Pierre challenges Dolokhov to a duel and almost gets himself killed. Afterward, Pierre reflects on his life and what meaning it could possibly have. The next day, after Natasha confesses her tribulations in church, Hélène arrives, and invites Natasha to the ball she is hosting that night. Natasha accepts, and while there, is seduced by Anatole. This concludes the first act. After a fifteen minute intermission, the show continues with Natasha and Anatole making plans to elope. Natasha calls off her engagement with Andrey, which begins the climax of the piece. Sonya finds out, and, knowing the elopement will lead to Natasha’s ruin, tries to do everything she can to stop it - even if it means being on the receiving end of Natasha’s anger and hatred. Meanwhile, Anatole and Dolokhov make preparations for the elopement, but those plans are thwarted by Marya D. Marya scolds a grief-stricken Natasha, and then calls on Pierre to handle the situation. As a result, Pierre kicks Anatole out of Moscow. Anatole’s exultation is too much for Natasha, and she poisons herself. During all of this, Andrey returns from the war, and Pierre tells him about the scandal. He asks Andrey to forgive, but Andrey is unable to. Pierre then visits Natasha, and tells her that were circumstances different, he would ask for her hand in marriage. A grateful Natasha thanks him for his compassion and friendship. Afterward, Pierre is finally given peace and experiences enlightenment when the Great Comet of 1812 enters the night sky.

The Great Comet filled me with a magical wonder I haven’t experienced since I saw Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat when I was eight years old. Maybe it was because my seat had me so close to the action, but this show sent me on one hell of a roller coaster ride of emotions. I was happy, amazed, bewildered, angry, heartbroken… all in the span of 3 hours.

Denée Benton brought childlike wonderless and innocent/naive vanity to Natasha; it made her relatable and lovable. I often found myself wanting to protect her from everything life was going to throw at her. I think we have all experienced moments of harmless vanity - I know I have - before life’s curveballs come our way. We have also been teenagers and have lived in the moment, acting on impulse. Impulse is how I ended up seeing this show in the first place!

Lucas Steele makes Anatole likable, even if Anatole is quite pompous, and already married. What Anatole’s marriage to the other woman is like, I don’t know, but despite his pompous air, Steele plays him in such a way where he genuinely cares for Natasha. Like Natasha, he is young and impulsive, and full of life. He cares not that Natasha is already betrothed when they meet; he merely sees it as an obstacle to overcome, and overcome it he does. Steele originated the role of Anatole, and it shows. He knows his character inside and out - he knows Anatole’s history, his motives, his needs and wants, his dislikes even when we don’t. All of this knowledge, and experience of the character gives Steele the ability to play the part perfectly, allowing the audience to both adore him and be reserved about him all in the same breath. I look forward to seeing where Steele’s career goes off to next.

Amber Gray as Hélène… What is there to say?! Gray, like Steele, originated her role back in 2012 when the show was in its infancy. There is no doubt about it that Hélène is a promiscuous woman who enjoys her life of promiscuity. Hélène married Pierre for his money after claiming, at a dinner, that she and Pierre were engaged. Pierre being too kind and shy to deny it, went along for the ride. Hélène is manipulative, but in a charming way. She’s the type who manipulates by understanding what the other wants, and giving them those things. And Natasha being so young and naive, is the perfect target. Gray works the role wonderfully, and it’s clear she understands all the facets of what makes Hélène who she is.

Brittain Ashford shines as Sonya. Her unique voice can be heard on the cast recording of The Great Comet, and the life she gives Sonya is amazing. She feels everything Sonya does, and conveys it honestly. There wasn’t a dry eye in the theatre as she sang, “Sonya Alone” and her voice betrayed the tears streaming down her cheeks. Sonya is the type of friend who would do anything to keep those she loves safe, no matter the cost. Watching Ashford embody Sonya is a real treat, and she is another talent to watch out for.

Grace McLean plays Marya D. as the kind of godmother who is strict, but strict because she loves those in her care. Even when she scolds Natasha for planning to elope with Anatole, she does it from a place of love. She, like Sonya, does not want to see Natasha go to ruin. McLean walks the line between strict and kind with Marya D in a way that is believable and wonderful.

Nicholas Belton is double cast as Bolkonsky and Andrey. Bolokov is a feeble old man with Dementia. A poignant moment for me was when he panics because he can’t find his glasses. His glasses are sitting atop his head. As someone who watched two grandmothers go through Dementia, I recognized the signs of it, the mood swings and the memory loss this disease brings with it. As Andrey, he conveys seriousness and love for Natasha. At least until Natasha calls off their engagement. Belton conveys the right amount of anger and grief when Pierre tells him about what has happened. Belton makes Andrey’s inability to forgive real and understandable. It left me wanting to give Andrey a hug, just to tell him that things would, eventually, be okay and that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault.

Gelsey Bell gives Mary the perfect balance of love, resentment, and pity, especially when it comes to her father, Bolkonsky. While Andrey is away fighting the war, Mary finds herself as both daughter and maid to her aging father. She is the one who keeps him in line, and endures his moments of senile anger. Despite all of this, he loves him and would do anything to protect him. A poignant moment for me is when she gets angry with him, but when he forgets where his glasses are, she is filled with immense guilt for thinking the way she has. This is another moment that is familiar for me, as it’s something I have experienced myself. I went through it during the last year or so of my father’s battle with cancer several years ago, and I go through it now as I fight with myself about moving out on my own with an aging mother who has medical issues. Bell plays it realistically and, in some ways, reminds me that I’m not alone in how I have, and will probably continue to feel. And that’s a pretty powerful thing. Bell also doubles as both a Maidservant, and an Opera Singer throughout the show, and brings all characters she plays to magical life.

Nick Choksi gives Dolokhov such a conceited air that I want to stay as far away from him as I possibly can. This is a good thing. He is haughty, he is flirtatious, he is a war hero/assassin… And he makes sure everyone knows it. The woman flock to him with his war hero/assassin  status, and the men want to be be him. He also has no qualms about having Hélène on his arm and teasing Pierre about it. In layman's terms, he’s an asshole. Yet, without his character, so much would be missing. Choksi gives Dolokhov colour and flavour that the show needs. He gives Dolokhov the kind of colour and flavour all shows need.

Paul Pinto plays Balaga, the Troika driver who is to whisk Anatole and Natasha away to elope. He’s happy-go-lucky with just a touch of crazy. He is how Anatole and Natasha are to get out of town to marry. Balaga enjoys what he does and that comes through in Pinto’s performance. I can only hope to enjoy what I do as much as Balaga enjoys what he does. Pinto also takes on the roles of an Opera singer, and (servant) during the show.

Josh Groban was born to play Pierre. I believe he brought some of his own life experiences to the role, and truly brought him to life for me. Josh played him in such a way that I recognized a lot of myself in Pierre. Pierre is the “old soul” of the cast, the one who watches everything, even if it is merely from his window. He is generous, kind, compassionate, thirsts for knowledge, is faithful to his wife - even if he doesn’t love her, and searches for meaning and purpose in his life. Purpose is something I have searched for for about two years since I found out I was stillborn. There is a reason I was brought back from the dead (aside from live-saving CPR), a reason I am here and living. It’s a reason I’ve sought for a few years and still haven’t found. The moment when I realized I was like Pierre in many ways was during Dust and Ashes, after Pierre nearly gets himself killed and he’s questioning what he is doing with his life and realizes he can’t live the way he has been anymore. I went through that exact same realization at the beginning of this year, when my depression was becoming more than I could handle alone. I could no longer live the way I had been, and something had to change. I had to do something to change the course my life was headed on. So, I did. I sought help for my depression. I haven’t yet had my comet moment like Pierre does at the end of the show, but I hope to one day experience it.

Natasha, Pierre, And The Great Comet of 1812 is one of the best musicals I have seen in a long time. It has an eclectic soundtrack, a mix of pop, electronic, and gritty Russian folk. It does well in reminding us that this show is set in Moscow, though you could quite easily pluck it from this place and time and drop it in a different one and everything would still fit and make sense.

As I stated in the beginning of this review, The Great Comet is one of my new favourite musicals. In fact, I think it may have done something I never thought another musical could do: surpass RENT. I first saw RENT in 2004 at the Nederlander in New York, and instantly fell in love with the story, a story I have found myself relating more and more to the older I get. However, The Great Comet did all of that and more. It lifted my soul in a way I don’t think I’ve ever truly experienced. I experienced uncontainable happiness, sadness, heartbreak, all in the span of about three hours. I don’t think that’s ever happened. A show has to be pretty special to surpass my love of RENT, and I think this one has.

If you are able to, make a trip to New York to see The Great Comet. It officially opens November 1st, and doesn’t currently have an end date. I am praying that, either I can make another whirlwind trip down to see it again, or that it eventually tours to Toronto. The world seriously needs to experience The Great Comet in all of its splendour.

Check out the Telecharge or The Great Comet websites for tickets.


New York State of Mind

A few days ago, I returned from a whirlwind trip to New York City. And when I say whirlwind, I really mean, whirlwind. I left on a Greyhound on Monday, October 17th at 7:00pm, arrived in New York on Tuesday, October 18th at 6:15am, wandered the city, and then left again on Wednesday, October 19th at 12:35am. Am I crazy? Yes! What was the reason for this trip?

THIS!



That’s right. I went to New York for one day just to take in a Broadway show starring Josh Groban. And it was absolutely magical. Both the show and the experience in New York. This blog post, is simply about my New York experience. My review of The Great Comet will be a separate (but linked) post.

It’s been twelve years since I stepped foot in New York City, and I hope it isn’t that long before I visit again. I first visited in 2004 as part of a trip with my high school’s Arts department. For $500, plus spending money, 30 students in the Arts classes went to New York for four days. Two of those days were spent in transit to and from the city, so we really only had two full days to see the sights. In those two days, we went to the Metropolitan Museum, the Museum of Natural History, Central Park, Ellis Island, Liberty Island, the first 2 or 3 floors of the Guggenheim Museum, and saw RENT at the Nederlander. Because of all we were to see and do, there wasn’t a lot of time to see them, nor did we have a lot of down time. So, for this trip, I decided The Great Comet and finishing the Guggenheim would be the two big things I would do. The rest of my day would be spent wandering Central Park, and spending a couple of hours in the Central Library to do some writing. Oh, and to ride the subway. And it would all be done on my own time, if I had time to do them.

Turns out, I had time to do all of those things - even with the delay when I started walking in the wrong direction. When I got into town, I had breakfast at a Starbucks, because well, the coffee chain owns my soul, and because I didn't have to spend any “real money.” After breakfast, I started to head toward Grand Central Station to get the subway to the station nearest the Guggenheim... Or so I thought. Instead of finding myself at Grand Central, I found myself at the Circle Line. Oops! So, I sat at a table, and finished my tea by the Hudson River before making my way back along 42nd street to Grand Central. Along the way, I passed the library, and made note of where it was so I could find it easily. I also passed a Papyrus store, and couldn’t resist entering. I ended up finding a gift for a friend, as well as a birthday card. And a pair of small Moleskin notebooks for me.

42nd Street at 6:30am.
The Circle Line


Grand Central, as big as it is, wasn’t that hard to figure out. Actually, it was easier than I thought to find the train I needed to take me to the Guggenheim: Line 6, Uptown to Brooklyn. I could only go Uptown or Downtown, and since I was already downtown, I knew where I had to be. After waiting one train, I got on a subway car that was busy, but not as crowded as I’d expected it to be. The subway platform was hot, but the car itself wasn't bad. It also made me want to start singing, “Santa Fe” from RENT. Oh, and I adore the mosaics at each station; they’re beautiful.



Getting off at 86th and Lexington, I made my way over to the Guggenheim and waited about 20 minutes for it to open. It was a welcomed sight after twelve years. The city in its entirely was a welcomed sight after twelve years! Anyway, I went through the museum in about an hour, and being allowed to take pictures, took photos of all the pieces that piqued my interest in some way. The Guggenheim is a gorgeous place, a place I have always loved the design of. I love the way the gallery goes up in one, continuous circle, allowing natural light from the glass ceiling to enter.

Exterior of the Guggenheim

The glass roof of the Guggenheim


After the Guggenheim, I entered Central Park, and chowed down on some mozzarella sticks I bought from a food truck. I ate by the lake before taking a stroll through the park. I had intended on walking all the way through to the lower end of Central Park, but that was thwarted by a pair of sore feet. So, after briefly getting acquainted with a squirrel, I left the park at 72nd, and made my way back over to Lexington Avenue to catch the Line 6 train back to Grand Central. While on the train, I must have looked like I knew where I was going, because another tourist asked me if a particular line met with Line 6 at a certain station. I had no idea; I only knew Line 6 between Grand Central and 86th. However, I was flattered that I appeared to fit in with the New Yorkers around me. And, in some ways, I felt it. I consistently went through phases of, “I’m in New York!” and “I feel like I’m in just another city.” Maybe it’s because I’m not sixteen anymore, or maybe it’s because I’m more mature than I was twelve years ago… or because New York has been calling me to visit again for a few years, but I felt very at ease there, even when I realized I’d walked in the wrong direction and when I ventured into the subway. I sort of felt like I belonged. I think it may have solidified by desire to live in New York, even if only for a few months.




But, I digress. I got off the subway at Grand Central, and made my way to the library a couple short blocks away. I went up to the third floor and sat in the Catalog Room. I opened up my Chromebook and worked on some last minute NaNoWriMo preparations and did a little bit of writing. I’m regretting not simply wandering the library because there are some great spaces I missed, including the Children’s wing, which houses the real stuffed animals that inspired the Winnie The Pooh tales. Next time, and there will be a next time, I’m in New York, I will spend a lot more time in that library.





After a failed attempt to meet with a Twitter friend, I made my way toward the theatre, where I found a hotel lobby with a washroom and got changed and freshened up for the evening. Then came the most anxious part of the day. Waiting at the theatre for the show! I was early, as I tend to be, but had a lovely conversation with some fellow Grobanites (Josh Groban fans) who had come in from Indiana and Alabama for the show. Then, they let us in, and we found our seats. Mine was at a table for three and was on the lower portion of the stage. My particular seat was right beside the stairs descending into the audience. The other two seats at my table were taken by a couple from New York (who also had apartments in Atlanta and Vegas, but that’s besides the point), whom I got to chatting with. The show started, and right from the get-go, I was mesmerized. And not just by Josh. The show as a whole was breathtaking and magical.

The stage design.


Russian pierogies!!!


The Great Comet is essentially a 70 page excerpt from Tolstoy’s War and Peace. It follows the story of Natasha, (played by Broadway newcomer, Denée Benton) and her love affair with Anatole (Lucas Steele), as well as Pierre’s (Josh Groban, who was also making his Broadway debut) journey to find meaning in his life.

You can read my review of the show here: I'm Ready to Wake Up: Review of The Great Comet

Intermission came around, and I went to buy some merchandise. I bought a hooded zippered sweatshirt (which proved very helpful and warm for my bus ride home), and a t-shirt. When I got back to the table, the wife of the pair I was sitting with handed me the poster for the show. “This is for you,” she said. “For being so devoted to Josh to come all the way from Toronto just for this show.” I wanted so badly to give them something back, even if it was a cup of coffee, (as I knew how much that poster cost) but they refused. I nearly cried. Having something bought for me by a complete stranger simply because I was a fan of one the stars of the show and had travelled to see it… I hadn’t been expecting it. It’s a kindness I’ve never really experienced before. I’ve had friends cover me for things, or not worry about being paid back right away, but I’ve never had a complete stranger buy me anything before. And when I say I nearly cried, I lied. I did cry, but it wasn’t until the second act began and I could hide it by watching the show. I still get weepy thinking about it. It was overwhelming.

The show ended, much to my chagrin. But, it received a standing ovation which visibly humbled the cast. I was sad to see the show end; I wanted it to go on forever! But, alas, it came to an end, and upon wishing each other well, the couple and I went our separate ways. They went home, and I went to the stage door. I got Denée Benton’s autograph (she played Natasha), as well as Josh Groban’s. Then, I had to hightail it back to the Port Authority to line up for my bus ride home. I had to contain my emotions while waiting for the bus as well because everything that had happened - the joy of being in New York, the magic of The Great Comet, and the kindness of strangers - had, in many ways, and as silly as it sounds, renewed me in exactly the way I needed.

New York was calling me for a reason, and I strongly believe that reason was for spiritual renewal. New York is vibrant, it’s always on the go, and yet there is this strange peacefulness about it that I can’t properly explain. I believe I also needed the strong dose of energy and magic only a phenomenal theatre show can provide. I received that and so much more.

I am renewed. And it feels wonderful.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Welcome to Monsterville: A Book Review

A couple of weeks ago, I purchased a book by author, Tamara Hecht. It’s the first in a series of children’s books set in the fictional town of Monsterville. The first in the series is titled, Welcome to Monsterville, and provides an excellent beginning to what promises to be a well written, well thought out series.

Welcome to Monsterville tells the story of Jen, a human girl who moves into the town of Monsterville. Monsterville is home to every kind of monster imaginable: vampires, werewolves, witches, ghosts, medusas, mummies, aliens… They all live here and co-exist despite their obvious differences. Jen’s first friend is Cal, a young, friendly but timid ghost who introduces her to his friends, Lucas the werewolf, Mia the witch, Vince the vampire, and Aileen the alien. This book follows Jen as she struggles to fit in with her new friends and her new school.

Hecht tells a wonderful story about acceptance in all of its many forms. While Jen struggles to fit in, she finds the advice of her friends to be less than helpful as each attempt fails to do what she needs it to do. It’s a struggle we all go through in various times of our lives. We go through it all the way through school, from Kindergarten all the way through to college. We go through it again when we get our first job, when we move onto different jobs and as we meet the different people our life paths bring us to. We find ourselves constantly trying to fit in with what our bosses ask of us, what our teachers and professors expect of us, and what our friends want of us. We try to adhere to the status quo - even when the status quo is far from who we are as individuals. However, through this journey, we eventually come to the conclusion that the only quo we should be adhering to is our own. Acceptance starts and ends with us. It starts with accepting ourselves for who we are, and continues with accepting those around us for who they are. It comes back to us when others accept us and don’t ask for anything more or less. Welcome to Monsterville explores this theme brilliantly, and though it is a children’s book, it’s a story an adult can, and should read. The lesson in is valuable to people of all ages, especially adults.

Something else I thoroughly enjoyed reading this is the idea of these monsters being wary of a human rather than it being the other way around. The story begins with Cal and his friends being, essentially, afraid of this human who has moved in. Her ways are different from theirs. She lives in a bright house with a neatly kept garden, surrounded by living things - a place that is, at first, frightening to the residents of Monsterville. However, upon getting to know Jen, the residents begin to accept her for who she is.

As I stated, the theme of acceptance is one we can, and need to, learn from. I live in one of the most multicultural cities in the world and I love it. On any given subway commute into and out of downtown, I share my subway car with people from all walks of life, people of different religions, races, sexual orientations and so on. I walk down the street and I catch smells of sushi, and curry, and kimchi, and perogies, and McDonalds - all within a block or two. I love it. I can sit in a food court in a mall and hear someone speaking in Arabic, another in Chinese, and yet another in Swahili, while I converse with someone in English, or in Sign Language. There are people in all kinds of different dress - a pant suit, jeans and a t-shirt, a sari, a turban, a hijab - all on their way to their destinations, walking down the same street. We can all learn something from Jen and her friends. Everyone is beautiful and unique in their own ways, and nobody should ever feel the need to conform. Everybody has an aura, a light unique to them, and it should shine brightly. Our diversity is what makes this world such a wonderful place, and we can learn from everyone who crosses paths with us. And we should.


If you want to pick up your own copy of Welcome to Monsterville (and you should), you can purchase it in e-book or paperback formats here: Amazon: Welcome to Monsterville Kobo: Welcome to Monsterville Kobo

Saturday, 24 September 2016

Every Writer Has a Story to Tell

On September 21st, I attended a local author showcase at the Albert Campbell Library in Scarborough. It’s part of a monthly series that, as the name suggests, showcases authors from the Toronto area and their books. Some authors have published ten or twelve books, while others have only published one, but it’s a place for them to promote their work among both their peers and readers alike. This isn’t the first author showcase I’ve attended, and it certainly won’t be the last (though the last two I attended, I was, essentially working it, helping friend, Dylan Madeley promote his book, The Gift-Knight’s Quest. You can find the book here: The Gift Knight's Quest). The events are hosted by Maria Sams, a librarian at Albert Campbell and fellow NaNoWriMo participant, and are her baby.


There were seven authors in attendance, and three were sharing their work specifically. The authors there were, Stefan Budansew, Rebecca Diem, Noelle Jack, Igor Klibanov, Eva Shliuger, Marjan Sierhuis, and Horane Smith. Rebecca Diem, Noelle Jack, and Horane Smith were the three showcased authors, and read from their books.


Rebecca Diem is the author of the Tales of the Captain Duke series. Like many independent authors, Diem has a day job, but goes to the same coffee shop every morning before going to work to get in a couple hours of writing. I think I might need to adopt this kind of discipline for my writing - or, at the very least, something very similar. Diem is also an avid fan of Steampunk, and that comes through in both her fashion sense and her writing. Tales of the Captain Duke is a series of novellas that follow the adventures of the crew of the Duke, an airship in an alternate Victorian universe, twenty years after Queen Victoria has reclaimed the throne and issued better gender equality.


Diem read from the third book in this series, Tales of the Captain Duke: A Scholar and a Gentleman. It’s a YA pirate novel series full of fun characters I can’t wait to get to know more about. And I will, because I bought the first book in the series at the showcase.


Noelle Jack, author of Shire Summer, was born in Fife, Scotland and moved to Canada at age eleven. Before becoming a writer, she was school teacher, and this comes through in her storytelling. When she read to us, her voice changed for each character speaking. It was like I was back at school during story time, and this is definitely a good thing. Shire Summer is Jack’s first published novel, and is about an eleven year old girl named, Annie, living in Fife, Scotland during the Polio outbreak shortly after World War Two. When she finds out her cousin, Moira is coming to stay, she sets out to make her a gift. Her father, a Navy man recently returned from the war builds model boats, and Annie believes she can make one, too. But when Boz the cat knocks down one of her father’s best boats, Annie fixes it. But when that boat goes missing just as her cousin comes down with Polio, Annie sets out to set things right again. Jack admits there is a lot of her childhood in this story, and in many ways, Annie is just like she was. However, it is also a look back at how childhood used to be; the ability to go places, to roam, and play freely as opposed to bound by our electronic devices and tied to our parents’ hips by fear. I know there is an adventure much like the ones I went on as a child waiting for me in those pages.


Horane Smith, author of Underground to Freedom, Lover’s Leap, and Dawn at Lover’s Leap to name a few, is a contemporary and historical fiction writer who was born in Jamaica and emigrated to Canada in 1990. He worked as a journalist and was an Editor In Chief for a time before he realized he wanted to tell stories rather than tell people the news. So, he began writing. He has now published twelve books, with his thirteenth being released next week. He is also the first recipient of the Burke’s Literary Award (BURLA) for his outstanding contribution to African-Canadian and Caribbean literature.


Smith read from Marooned in Nova Scotia: A Story of the Jamaican Maroons in Canada, a novel about what the title suggests. The Maroons were Jamaicans who evaded slavery by escaping into the hills, but were then shipped to Nova Scotia. This particular story follows the life of Kwabena, a strong-willed warrior-type man and his group as they attempt to navigate a land completely foreign and, for them, nigh-inhospitable. While the Nova Scotian land is, indeed, rich and fertile, it wasn’t for the crops the Jamaicans brought with them. I look forward to reading this book in its entirety and learning about a history that isn’t always taught in schools from the perspective of those who lived it - even if the book itself is a work of fiction.


The author showcases occur once a month and offer, not only a way for authors to promote their works, and a way for readers to not only experience the stories for themselves, but a way to meet the authors, people who may very well shape their lives, even if only for a short time. As readers we’re always looking for stories to hear, stories to be told. As writers, we’re always going to be telling those stories. The monthly author showcases at Albert Campbell library provide a wonderful opportunity for those two groups to connect, talk, learn, and inspire.


If you’re interested in attending one of these author showcases, the next two are listed below:


Wednesday, October 19th, 2016 6-8:30pm
Wednesday, November 16th, 2016; 6-8:30pm.***


For more information about the books I bought, check out the amazon pages below. Through those links, you will also find other works by them.






*** This showcase will be highlighting published, and unpublished writers participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo.) If you have any questions about NaNoWriMo, or want to participate, check out the website, here. You can also leave a comment below, as I have participating in it since 2012, and am a Municipal Liaison for Toronto this year. I am also co-hosting this event with Albert Campbell Library.

Monday, 4 July 2016

O Happy Chainsaw! A Timeless Love Story... with a Bloody Twist

'Til death do them part.
Brittany Kay, Nicholas Porteous, and the Chainsaw Wielding Maniac
star in Bain & Bernard Comedy's
Romeo and Juliet Chainsaw Massacre

Photo credit: Bain & Bernard Comedy.

Photographer: David Kingsmill.




On July 3rd, after participating in a wondrous Pride celebration (I will post a blog about it soon), I took in a show running as part of the Toronto Fringe Festival. Fringe, in Toronto, is a 10 day long arts festival showcasing local theatre productions from local artists. The shows occur all around Mirvish Village in Toronto, and are put together by some real talented people. The show I went to see was, Romeo & Juliet Chainsaw Massacre, written and directed by, Matt Bernard and produced by, Rebecca Perry.

As the title suggests, this is a new... and gory... take on the timeless Shakespearean tale. This retelling goes through the motions it does in the original tale, with the added component of a homicidal Chainsaw Wielding Maniac. The Chainsaw Wielding Maniac has escaped from the Asylum for Deranged Antics, and has left behind a trail of mangled bodies; a trail heading toward fair Verona, the settling of the 1 hour traffic of our stage.

The show begins with the Chorus, setting the tone of the proceedings. The tone is quickly set as thus: you’re in for one hilarious ride. During the prologue, the audience is introduced to the Chainsaw Wielding Maniac, whose presence our dear Chorus feels, but never manages to actually see. Had I not have been laughing, and were it not theatre, I probably would have yelled out, “Behind you!” Don’t worry, I didn’t actually yell it out.

The rest of the show is, essentially, a compressed telling of the Shakespeare classic, hitting all of the major plot points of the play. The introduction of the feud between the Montagues and the Capulets, Juliet’s betrothal to Paris, the star-crossed lovers meeting and falling in love, their marriage, Romeo’s banishment, and of course, the untimely deaths of our endearing lovers. All this, with the Chainsaw Wielding Maniac throwing chaos into the mix, and stirring things up a bit. Or should I say, hacking things up a bit. Oh, and let’s not forget about Peter, the Illiterate Servant to give a few extra laughs.

The show also remains true to the horror story tropes. The victim who remains oblivious to what is going on until it’s too late. The victim who fights back and lives to die another day. The character who is wrongfully accused simply because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh, and the ever present body count - higher than even Shakespeare himself could have dreamt up. To be truthful, I think Matt Bernard and Rebecca Perry received a few pointers from George R.R. Martin on that subject.

The cast was superb, expertly walking the line between parody and ridiculously silly. In acting, one of the most crucial things is, timing - regardless of the genre. The beats between dialogue and reactions have to be just right. Take too long, and the moment falls flat. Too quick, and the moment goes right over the audience’s head. You don’t want that. There is a rhythm to it, and that rhythm has to be perfect. And it was. None of the jokes fell flat, the reactions were spot on, and only the appropriate moments were milked.

While on the topic of the cast, I want to highlight each and every one of them. Nicholas Porteous portrayed the lovestruck Romeo, keeping true to the Shakespearean tale while adding the right amount of comedic flair. Brittany Kay was in the role of young, beautiful Juliet, emphasising Juliet’s longing to be free from the path her parents have set out for her. Her death scene was my favourite of the show. Scott Garland played two roles in this show - Sampson and County Paris. He really shone as Paris, playing the character as someone Juliet would never fall for, but her parents would adore. Benvolio was played by Victor Pokinko, who I previously saw in Out of Lens, written by David Kingsmill. Ah, Benvolio, what fun it seemed Pokinko had in this role, the loyal friend to the Montagues, but probably the only one who really didn’t want to see any real feuding… At least, after he found out about the Chainsaw Wielding Maniac. Rylan O’Reilly was in the role of the ever ready to duel Tybalt. There was something wonderful about seeing a character who, despite the rules against brawling Prince Escalus had placed upon Verona, still wanted to go at it. It was actually a bit refreshing, if not a great source of entertainment. Everyone’s favourite sidekick, Mercutio, was delightfully played by Michael Iliadis. The passion and lightness of the character was ever present; not once did he really seem to care there was a maniac on the loose… Until he had to deal with said maniac personally. One of my favourite roles had to be that of the Nurse, portrayed by Sarite Harris. The Nurse is one of my favourite characters from the classic R&J because she is such a large personality, and goodness gracious mercy me did Harris ever play her with that personality. The Nurse, really, was one of the strongest characters in the show, something that is ever so refreshing to see. She was tenacious, bawdy, and not one to back down from a fight. The roles of Gregory and Capulet were played by Scott Emerson Moyle, and played them with the right amount of comedy. This brings me to Lady Capulet, portrayed by Rebecca Perry (the same Rebecca Perry who produced the show). As in all of her productions, she brought the character to life with just the right mixture of sophistication and comedy worthy of a Capulet caught up in a whirlwind of a situation like the one she found herself in. Warren Bain was wonderful as both Friar Lawrence and Abram. As one of the heroes in the tale (he tries to make sure Romeo and Juliet’s plan to run away succeeds after all!), it is refreshing to see Friar Lawrence played with comedic flair. One of my favourite roles was played by Jeremy Lapalme - Peter, the Illiterate Servant. How lovely it is when one’s misfortunes are the delights of those who watch on. The fine line between knowing how important one’s job is and knowing one cannot fulfil that job was beautifully walked by Lapalme. Such a delight. The roles of the Chorus, and of Prince Escalus were played by David Kingsmill, roles utterly different yet portrayed with the same amount of enthusiasm. And last, but certainly, NOT least, the Chainsaw Wielding Maniac! He was the highlight of the entire production. But I failed to get his name. The entirety of the cast played their parts with respect, while also allowing themselves to have all the fun they needed, and wanted, to have. It was a brilliant job well done all ‘round.

The costumes were simple, but set the period for the piece (though I had know idea chainsaws existed back in those days… You learn something new every day!), and cleverly allowed for the aftermath of deaths to be showcased. Though, one of my favourite deaths occurred off stage.

If you haven’t seen Romeo and Juliet Chainsaw Massacre, get your tickets now. And when I say, now, I mean, NOW. The show I attended was sold out and also had a waiting list. I have no doubt at all that the next shows in it’s Toronto Fringe run will sell out and sell out fast!

The next shows for the run are:
Tuesday, July 5th at 3:15pm
Thursday, July 7th at 9:15pm
Friday, July 8th at 2:15pm
Saturday, July 9th at 11:30pm
Sunday, July 10th at 5:15pm

It is playing at the Randolph Theatre at 736 Bathurst Street in Toronto. Tickets are $12.00 and you can opt to add a donation to Fringe when you purchase your ticket.

To purchase tickets visit: