Issue 2 Reviews

The corner of Hastings and Main in east Vancouver is an open wound on the Canadian body politic. It is a place of concentrated misery, where those of us who have only their blood and orifices left to sell in the flesh markets mill about, waiting for the next hit, the next trick, the next whack, the next disappearance.  It’s from this place that over 60 women vanished from 1980 to 2002

Al Mader’s persona knows this place. He knows the dealers, the junkies, the pimps, the crazies and the crack whores. He knows the cops, the park benches, the Sally Ann, and the bus depot lockers where he keeps his last valuable things. He doesn’t live there anymore. He somehow managed to scrabble out of the vortex that consumes Canada’s repressed populations.