My Second, Less Popular, and Even Less Critically Successful Canadian Novel

The woman at the little insurance company. Georgetown, Ontario. The description of exquisite unsaids. The turn will not take place in an Applebee’s parking lot. The male foil will perish …

The woman at the little insurance company.
Georgetown, Ontario. The description
of exquisite unsaids. The turn will not
take place in an Applebee’s parking lot.

The male foil will perish in measure,
likely Mister-with-a-disfigurement
will prove more attuned. Regardless,
he or they will not say “Eat it, nit.”

No mitten too far, no Queen Street too
deconstructed. “The blue lights
spilled over the winter fields as night
gave its last bludgeon.” Sleep, sleep.

The plot thickens when the mother’s file
is discovered and there are suggestions
of New York. Just a weekend, it seemed.
Not that she really loved John Wilkes Booth.

This appeared in the July/August 2010 issue.

David McGimpsey
David McGimpsey just published Asbestos Heights, a collection.
Amber Albrecht

Like What You’re Reading?

Fact-based journalism is our passion and your right.

We’re asking readers like you to support The Walrus so we can continue to lead the Canadian conversation. This past year has seen some serious changes in Canada, from the mainstreaming of cannabis to the fallout of the SNC-Lavalin affair to our response to COVID-19.

We feature Canadian voices and expertise on stories that travel beyond our shores, and we firmly believe that this reporting can change the world around us. The Walrus covers it all with originality, depth, and thoughtfulness, bringing diverse perspectives to bear on essential conversations while setting the highest bar for fact-checking and rigour.

None of this would be possible without you.

As a nonprofit, we work hard to keep our costs low and our team lean, but this is a model that requires individual support to pay our contributors fairly and maintain the strength of our independent coverage.
Donations of $20 or more will receive a charitable tax receipt.
Every contribution makes a difference.
Support The Walrus from as little as $2. Thank you.