IT’S A DAY of rest, and you may be in the mood for a quiet corner and a comfy chair. We’ve hand-picked the week’s best reads for you to savour this Sunday.
Another Vinegar Hill resident approached and told him about a second suspicious garbage bag just around the block that was buzzing with bees and flies. Inside that bag Whelan found two arms and a leg. Hours later, a few blocks away, he discovered a third bag containing a torso.
I joined Chapman at the Soho Rooms, a Moscow nightclub that is terribly difficult to enter… Chapman handed me a white T-shirt silk-screened with a version of the iconic image of Che Guevara in a beret, with Chapman’s face in the place of Guevara’s. The bottom of the shirt read, “Cha.”
I’ve often imagined tracking down some of my more vehement detractors, knocking on their doors and asking, “Who are you? What has made you so angry? What has happened in your life that you’re reduced to spewing bile at people you know nothing about?”
On the fourth day, God created stars, to divide the light from the darkness. He was almost finished when He looked at His cell phone and realized that it was almost nine-thirty. “Fuck,” He said. “Kate’s going to kill me.”
Then, at around 6 pm, as if at some unvoiced command, the street exploded. The crowd hit a Pearsons department store, a Starbucks, an HMV.
When Byron Pound woke up, the world around him was on fire. He saw flames crawling up the walls, and he could feel heat closing in. Thick smoke obscured the rest of the abandoned warehouse where he and some others were squatting. He called Smokey, his dog, but got no response.
… AND A CLASSIC READ FROM THE ARCHIVES…
Because the thalamus functions as a relay station, the girls’ doctors believe it is entirely possible that the sensory input that one girl receives could somehow cross that bridge into the brain of the other. One girl drinks, another girl feels it.