Congratulations to Deborah Van Slet, winner of the 2015 3Macs carte blanche Prize! Van Slet was awarded the prize for her nonfiction piece, “Self-Serve” from Issue 24. We extend our thanks to this year’s judge, Kathleen Winter, and invite you to read the winning piece in full here.
We’re delighted to share with you the names of the three finalists of the 2015 3Macs carte blanche Prize, as selected by juror, Kathleen Winter. The big winner will be announced tonight at the Quebec Writers’ Federation Gala and will lay her hands on a cash prize and this most amazing trophy–originally handcrafted by Glen LeMesurier.
The 3Macs carte blanche Prize is awarded annually in recognition of an outstanding submission by a Quebec writer, artist or translator. The prize is sponsored by David Goodridge from MacDougall, MacDougall & MacTier (3Macs) Inc. We’re delighted to announce that this year’s finalists will be selected by award-winning Montreal author, Kathleen Winter. Get to know our juror better through this short interview we did with her in late September.
In Grade 12, at 17, my French teacher assigned us a new kind of homework: translation. I’d had plenty of experience with my little Harrap’s English-French dictionary – as an Anglophone kid in a French (not immersion, mind you) school, when things got tough on the assignment side of things, my teacher dad got me started getting my ideas down in English and make them happen in French. It had never occurred to me that I’d use the French-English side of the dictionary.
We’re delighted to host a conversation about two languages and the spaces in between, featuring Melissa Bull, Anna Leventhal and Rhonda Mullins. Our translation editor, Nicola Danby, is moderator. Join us [More…]
We’re doing it again! carte blanche and the Creative Nonfiction Collective Society (CNFC) have teamed up to bring you a Canada-wide creative nonfiction contest sponsored by the University of King’s College.
The winner will receive $750 and her/his text will be published in carte blanche. The winner will be announced in April 2016 at the CNFC 12th Annual Conference in Banff, AB.
Every once in a while, I lose my ability to read. It’s not that I can’t make out the words on the page, or understand the sentences they form. It’s a kind of restlessness that comes over me, a dissatisfaction with the books on my shelves, a not knowing what I want to read (perhaps there’s too much choice?) and then, somehow, I can’t read anything.
As a wispy reader of 9 or so I spied a copy on the shelf built into my mother’s headboard, tucked among several books by Iyanla Vanzant and a John Grisham paperback or two. Its location on that shelf alone made it seductive; one of a collection so very unsuitable for my self. But prying into Adult Things while unsupervised was a favourite pastime of mine so…
I remember my enthusiasm at decoding the black scratches that turned into words when my parents picked up books; I remember reading in a circle with my class, each of us sounding out a few lines. Especially I remember being confused when my turn came, because I had read on ahead and didn’t know what page the class was on.
A faded picture of me and my little brother pops up whenever I turn on my phone. Here, encased magically in modern technology that my brother never knew, is the past that we were. It’s his third birthday, we’re sitting on top of the picnic table in striped bathing suits. I’m holding a patterned punching ball in my lap and his arms are reaching out, as if towards the future, but I know what he really wants is that chocolate cake mum’s carrying towards us.