The offspring of a family that has been in Canada for eight generations, Gil Adamson was the first baby born in North York, Ontario in 1961, an accident of birth which might partly explain her wary and perceptive take on the hidden eccentricities of suburban life. She studied Anthropology and Philosophy at the University of Toronto (Innis College) and worked on a campus newspaper and literary periodical. On graduation in 1985, she joined Coach House Press as publicist and editorial assistant,...See more
The offspring of a family that has been in Canada for eight generations, Gil Adamson was the first baby born in North York, Ontario in 1961, an accident of birth which might partly explain her wary and perceptive take on the hidden eccentricities of suburban life. She studied Anthropology and Philosophy at the University of Toronto (Innis College) and worked on a campus newspaper and literary periodical. On graduation in 1985, she joined Coach House Press as publicist and editorial assistant, and in 1987 became publishing assistant at CBC Radio Guide. Gil Adamson has worked at a Toronto bookstore, as publicist for the Toronto Small Press Book Fair, and as an associate editor for What! magazine, a now defunct journal of contemporary writing. She published a well-received volume of poetry entitled Primitive in 1991 with Coach House Press, and her fiction has been featured in Quarry, Paragraph, This magazine, Rampike, Best Canadian Stories, together with several chapbooks published by Two Bints Press. See less
I really enjoyed this and read through it quickly, anxious to see what would happen next. Mary grows up neglected by her father, who is bitter about his wifes death, and inadequatley raised or... read more
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