Once you start paying attention to what’s going on, a pattern emerges. Often the meat is quite good […] Then you’ll stumble into a dish that is simply disgusting; the Kansas City Steak Soup at Canyon Creek, for example, which tastes like gravy and old hamburger liquidized in a blender. Or the “hot spinach and artichoke dip with imported Italian cheeses” at Milestone’s. Every chain restaurant has something like it – a witch’s cauldron of calories into which the foolhardy can dip a nacho or two. Milestone’s version is particularly nauseating – tepid, mucal, smelling like sick. And that’s a shame, because so much else at Milestone’s is OK.-- James Chatto, Toronto Life, January 2009
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Chatto Gets Catty
Best and Worst of Today's Globe
You decide which is zenith and nadir:
"Buying a new laptop is an emotionally harrowing experience."
"Lahey and I are sort of natural enemies, like the turtle and the dog, I guess."
"Buying a new laptop is an emotionally harrowing experience."
"Lahey and I are sort of natural enemies, like the turtle and the dog, I guess."
Friday, December 05, 2008
He Said It, Not Me
There is also a cultural argument, which suggests that a vibrant literary culture is dependent upon a vibrant critical culture. Anyone who reads this site at all regularly is aware that your humble correspondent fervently supports this argument. From a cultural perspective, the diminishment of space for serious literary criticism and thoughtful book reviewing is something to be mourned, and to challenge vigorously. (This of course assumes that the Globe has indeed been a forum for serious literary criticism and thoughtful book reviewing, which, at least recently, has also been open to debate.)-- (Steven W. Beattie on Globe books being folded into the Focus section).
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
Unpublished Masthead Article on Vice Magazine
Point Taken
Ryan Bigge
After a few beers, most grad students will bemoan the fact only a handful of people will ever read their thesis. As a journalist who recently completed a Master’s degree, I’ve slowly accepted the fact that my 158-page examination of Vice magazine will garner fewer readers than a typical issue of Modern Dog. While my thesis looked at how Vice succesfully used transgression and irony to create a profitable niche publication, my inner magazine nerd was careful to take notes on their tricks and tactics. The following pieces of advice are considerably shorter than my thesis, and I promise not to justify my new degree with a bunch of polysyllabic academic gobbledygook. (Besides, given the rather low per word rates in the Canadian magazine industry, my editor can’t afford any twenty-five dollar words.) Here, then, is what I really learned from studying Vice:
* Always Stay in Character. Vice began as free monthly newsprint (Voice of Montreal) in 1994 (renaming itself Vice in the fall of 1996) and went glossy in October of 1998. Soon after, it moved HQ from Montreal to New York, and has since gone on to start a record label, open a half-dozen clothing stores, launch an online video site (vbs.tv), put out a DVD travel guide and publish two anthologies. Despite hopping from platform to platform with the frequency of a cheap ham radio, Vice has managed to transfer its essential “Viceness” to each of these projects, allowing the magazine to reach new viewers without alienating their core audience.
* Slick Design is Overrated. At the risk of understatement, Vice’s content is colourful. Over the years, the magazine has published large photographs of vomit, clothing advertisements starring porn stars and a review of a NAMBLA Bulletin. Almost as shocking as Vice’s content is their low-key design, which an editor once admitted “was ripped off from National Geographic.” Until recently, the magazine eschewed typical front-of-book conventions like tightly packaged info-nuggets, instead preferring plenty of white space. This anti-design approach served the magazine well, helping it to avoid the eye-burning graphic design excess of other cutting-edge magazines like Wired and Raygun. Vice’s look and feel also remained constant between 2001-2006, which, in an era of frequent (and often unnecessary) redesigns is an accomplishment worth observing.
* Experiment with the Medium. This suggestion might appear to contradict the above point, but here I refer to the paper the magazine is printed upon, rather than how material is arranged on said paper. For their fifth anniversary issue, Vice’s cover featured a metallic shiny surface meant to resemble a mirror. This eye-grabbing gambit reminded me of the first holographic image printed on the cover of National Geographic -- except in Vice’s case there was a line of cocaine decorating the mirror. Vice has also featured die-cut and fold-out covers, along with embossed lettering, stickers, multiple covers and an annual photo issue printed on oversized stock. These extras have helped turn what is otherwise a free, disposable monthly magazine into a collectible object.
* Embrace Technology Cautiously. Vice has not only avoided embarrassing graphic design fads, but acclimatized to new technologies at a moderate pace, which belies their cutting-edge, street culture ethos. Vice managed to avoid a number of Internet missteps through a combination of budgetary constraints and patience – although their dot-com investors did force them to pour far too much money into a short-lived e-commerce portal. Vice was certainly not the first magazine to decide to embed a blog into their website, but it’s there for a reason, and it’s executed strongly. Being better is sometimes preferable to being first.
* Acknowledge Your Hit Songs. Although fewer editors would dare admit it, most magazines are remembered, at best, for one or two regular features. This is not to say the rest of your fine publication is birdcage liner, but Harper’s without the index is simply not Harper’s. Vice has realized for a long time that their fashion Do’s and Don’ts are a core element of their character, and have been careful to nurture and sustain the popularity of that feature. Musicians often complain about having to play their hit song every night, but Vice never seems to get tired of making fun of the fashion impaired. Although I lack an official survey to prove this, I am certain that magazine editors get tired of regular features years before readers do. I was very sad to see Toronto Life eliminate its Icon feature a few years back. Ditto National Post Business Magazine’s Deconstruct. I’m confident others miss these too.
* Reward loyal readers. In his book Everything Bad is Good For You, author Steven Johnson observes that Seinfeld made repeated references to Art Vandelay (an alias favoured by George Costanza) over the course of the show’s nine seasons. However, entire seasons would go by between mentions, which presupposed a loyal and attentive audience. Vice also assumes their readers are loyal and devoted enough to read every issue and remember the ongoing preoccupations and in-jokes. When Vice celebrated its 10th anniversary in 2003 by pretending to redesign the magazine into its bizarro world equivalent, the magazine failed to provide much handholding for their readers. Not only did the parody issue require a thorough knowledge of Vice, but many of the jokes hinged on being familiar with magazines that Vice competes with. The issue demonstrated a delicate mix of arrogance and confidence that Canadian magazines should strive for more often.
Ryan Bigge
After a few beers, most grad students will bemoan the fact only a handful of people will ever read their thesis. As a journalist who recently completed a Master’s degree, I’ve slowly accepted the fact that my 158-page examination of Vice magazine will garner fewer readers than a typical issue of Modern Dog. While my thesis looked at how Vice succesfully used transgression and irony to create a profitable niche publication, my inner magazine nerd was careful to take notes on their tricks and tactics. The following pieces of advice are considerably shorter than my thesis, and I promise not to justify my new degree with a bunch of polysyllabic academic gobbledygook. (Besides, given the rather low per word rates in the Canadian magazine industry, my editor can’t afford any twenty-five dollar words.) Here, then, is what I really learned from studying Vice:
* Always Stay in Character. Vice began as free monthly newsprint (Voice of Montreal) in 1994 (renaming itself Vice in the fall of 1996) and went glossy in October of 1998. Soon after, it moved HQ from Montreal to New York, and has since gone on to start a record label, open a half-dozen clothing stores, launch an online video site (vbs.tv), put out a DVD travel guide and publish two anthologies. Despite hopping from platform to platform with the frequency of a cheap ham radio, Vice has managed to transfer its essential “Viceness” to each of these projects, allowing the magazine to reach new viewers without alienating their core audience.
* Slick Design is Overrated. At the risk of understatement, Vice’s content is colourful. Over the years, the magazine has published large photographs of vomit, clothing advertisements starring porn stars and a review of a NAMBLA Bulletin. Almost as shocking as Vice’s content is their low-key design, which an editor once admitted “was ripped off from National Geographic.” Until recently, the magazine eschewed typical front-of-book conventions like tightly packaged info-nuggets, instead preferring plenty of white space. This anti-design approach served the magazine well, helping it to avoid the eye-burning graphic design excess of other cutting-edge magazines like Wired and Raygun. Vice’s look and feel also remained constant between 2001-2006, which, in an era of frequent (and often unnecessary) redesigns is an accomplishment worth observing.
* Experiment with the Medium. This suggestion might appear to contradict the above point, but here I refer to the paper the magazine is printed upon, rather than how material is arranged on said paper. For their fifth anniversary issue, Vice’s cover featured a metallic shiny surface meant to resemble a mirror. This eye-grabbing gambit reminded me of the first holographic image printed on the cover of National Geographic -- except in Vice’s case there was a line of cocaine decorating the mirror. Vice has also featured die-cut and fold-out covers, along with embossed lettering, stickers, multiple covers and an annual photo issue printed on oversized stock. These extras have helped turn what is otherwise a free, disposable monthly magazine into a collectible object.
* Embrace Technology Cautiously. Vice has not only avoided embarrassing graphic design fads, but acclimatized to new technologies at a moderate pace, which belies their cutting-edge, street culture ethos. Vice managed to avoid a number of Internet missteps through a combination of budgetary constraints and patience – although their dot-com investors did force them to pour far too much money into a short-lived e-commerce portal. Vice was certainly not the first magazine to decide to embed a blog into their website, but it’s there for a reason, and it’s executed strongly. Being better is sometimes preferable to being first.
* Acknowledge Your Hit Songs. Although fewer editors would dare admit it, most magazines are remembered, at best, for one or two regular features. This is not to say the rest of your fine publication is birdcage liner, but Harper’s without the index is simply not Harper’s. Vice has realized for a long time that their fashion Do’s and Don’ts are a core element of their character, and have been careful to nurture and sustain the popularity of that feature. Musicians often complain about having to play their hit song every night, but Vice never seems to get tired of making fun of the fashion impaired. Although I lack an official survey to prove this, I am certain that magazine editors get tired of regular features years before readers do. I was very sad to see Toronto Life eliminate its Icon feature a few years back. Ditto National Post Business Magazine’s Deconstruct. I’m confident others miss these too.
* Reward loyal readers. In his book Everything Bad is Good For You, author Steven Johnson observes that Seinfeld made repeated references to Art Vandelay (an alias favoured by George Costanza) over the course of the show’s nine seasons. However, entire seasons would go by between mentions, which presupposed a loyal and attentive audience. Vice also assumes their readers are loyal and devoted enough to read every issue and remember the ongoing preoccupations and in-jokes. When Vice celebrated its 10th anniversary in 2003 by pretending to redesign the magazine into its bizarro world equivalent, the magazine failed to provide much handholding for their readers. Not only did the parody issue require a thorough knowledge of Vice, but many of the jokes hinged on being familiar with magazines that Vice competes with. The issue demonstrated a delicate mix of arrogance and confidence that Canadian magazines should strive for more often.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Frugality Index: Toronto Life Versus New York Magazine
New York, a city of plutocrats, trust-fund kids and $1-million studio apartments. A city where billionaires hire millionaries to be their butlers and servants, and where money, until recently, splashed about like tap water.
Toronto is certainly no stranger to wealthy enclaves, but $1-million will still get you a whole damn house and our plutocrat population can be counted on one hand, with several leftover fingers. Thus, a penny-pinching contest between these two cities would appear to be a no-brainer. The problem, until recently, was proving it.
Good news. The cover of the November 10, 2008 issue of (New York Magazine) ($3.99 at newsstand) promises “Live Well, Spend Less” while the November 2008 cover of (Toronto Life) ($4.95 at newsstand) features a guide entitled “Look Rich (Even If You Feel Poor).” Prepare yourself for some cheap thrills as we compare salient economic benchmarks from these two publications.
Transportation
Toronto Life: For short-term auto jollies, head to ASG Exotic and Luxury car rentals, where rocket-ready six-speed Porsche 911 Carreras ($550) await open roads. For longer-term indulgences, The Private Collection allows for fractional ownership at an annual cost of $31,000, plus $5,000 initiation fee. That nabs 40 to 60 driving days, depending on dates and models; rides include a 007-worthy Aston Martin DB9 and a Lamborghini Gallardo— a car that begs for endless laps of Yorkville, subtly broadcasting “I’m a human penis!” to the world.
New York Magazine: Okay, a taxi is (sometimes) faster, (sometimes) cleaner, and (sometimes) safer than the subway, but a cab is never more economical. If you commute to work from the Upper West Side to midtown, say, you’ll spend around $12 each way (including tip) or $24 per day. Multiply that by 250 or so work days a year, and your annual transportation outlay—without a single weekend ride—comes to $6,000. At $2 per ride twice a day, the subway will set you back just $4 per day, or $1,000 per year. That’s a $5,000 savings. The next time you’re tempted to hop a cab, try whispering this to yourself: Prosperity now.
Toronto Life: If the old boys from UCC don’t like the cut of your jib, stick it to them by commanding the waters in a skippered yacht. Cruise the harbour, islands and shores of Lake Ontario in the Teddy Graham, a 38-foot Hunter sailing yacht from Sailing for You (packages from $450), complete with skipper, drinks, meals, beds, and an interior so rich in teak, it would make a Danish furniture designer jealous.
New York Magazine: Take the free water taxi to the Red Hook Ikea. And then skip Ikea. Hang out on the esplanade for an hour or two, then water-taxi back.
Food
Toronto Life: A full-time cook may not be in the cards in the near (or far) future, but inner gourmets can be at least temporarily satisfied with a private meal by a famous chef. Even busy Marc Thuet has been known to make house calls, with cooking utensils and organic ingredients in tow ($60–$200 per person). Thuet loves to create exotic tasting menus using rare and seasonal ingredients—think white Alba truffles and wild game tastings of Scottish grouse and mallard duck—but he’ll just as happily prepare a meal for Thanksgiving celebrations, or some freshly caught Nova Scotia lobster for a homesick East Coast transplant.
New York Magazine: Steak for Two For many red-meat aficionados, an $85 Peter Luger porterhouse for two can’t be beat. Call it apples to oranges, but we’ll take the General Greene ’s (229 Dekalb Ave., nr. Clermont Ave., Ft. Greene; 718-225-1510) remarkably beefy Niman Ranch flap steak (a seldom seen but up-and-coming cut) any day. In fact, at $12 apiece, we’ll take two.
Toronto Life: Canoe—140 seats, regional Canadian cuisine, dazzling 54th-floor views and similarly lofty menu prices—can be had for a mere $14,000 minimum tab on Saturday (Sunday is half-price, $7,000; a private sommelier is extra). While the elegant, modern space isn’t exactly shabby, guests often customize it: for a wedding, antique bird cages were filled with cupcakes; another affair featured million-dollar diamond displays and accompanying armed guards. Go-for-broke guests even bring in their own entertainment, including Celtic dancers and Chinese dragon dancers.
New York Magazine: Regular Slice. New York’s favorite slice now goes for the eyebrow-raising price of $4. But that slice, found at the Midwood pizza mecca Di Fara, is meticulously hand-formed, and distinguished by a contrapuntal cheese medley. A plain old slice at 99¢ Fresh Pizza (151 E. 43rd St., nr. Third Ave.; 212-922-0257) makes a quick and satisfying lunch, if not exactly a life-altering gastronomic experience. With tax, it’s $1.07.
Grooming
Toronto Life: Mobile Spa Toronto specializes in primping parties, from stagettes to teen birthdays. À la carte house call services include waxing ($15–$60), makeup application ($60), mani-pedi ($60), therapeutic massage ($100) and facials ($75). There’s a minimum in-home charge of $120 for an aesthetician and $100 for a registered massage therapist with at least two spa professionals booked per visit. Hygiene freaks, take note: all implements—scissors, tweezers, files—are individually wrapped and opened in front of you.
New York Magazine: Paint Your Own Damn Nails. A mani-pedi may seem like a quick, cheap form of pampering, but a biweekly treatment at Rescue Beauty Lounge, say, will set you back $2,080 annually. Owner and author Ji Baek graciously offers tips for stay-at-home beautifiers.
Shelter
Toronto Life: Marco Enterprises co-founders Deborah Zwicker and Marlee Novak have been in the luxury property management biz for 10 years and manage more than 80 ogle-worthy mansions across the city, stocked with such Entourage essentials as indoor pools, tennis courts and private movie theatres. Clients tend toward the famous and fabulous (Bono, Hilary Swank and John Travolta have stayed in furnished homes on such stylish streets as the Bridle Path, Roxborough and Hazelton), but a Hollywood pedigree is not required—just an ability to afford the $10,000 to $50,000 monthly payments. One month minimum rental. 416-410-4123,
New York Magazine: Whittle Down Your Mortgage. Nicole and Anthony (who asked us not to use their full names) live on the Upper West Side in a two-bedroom they bought for under $800,000 in 2003. They want to lower their monthly nut, and Melissa Cohn, of the Manhattan Mortgage Company, offered her advice.
Toronto Life: It’s tough to hold a fabulous dinner party when the guests outnumber the chairs. For a Versailles-in-the-Don-Valley feel, Kennedy Galleries offers a suitably opulent selection of traditional furnishings ($200 a week and up). For parties more P. Diddy than King Louis, Contemporary Furniture Rentals has a dizzying array of modern chairs, including Philippe Starck’s translucent Ghost chair (call for prices).
New York Magazine: Restoring a Dresser. All Furniture Services. They’ll send a workman to your home to restore your beat-up chest of drawers for $145 to $275—and they’ll try to do it with nontoxic chemicals so you don’t have to air it out afterward.
Toronto is certainly no stranger to wealthy enclaves, but $1-million will still get you a whole damn house and our plutocrat population can be counted on one hand, with several leftover fingers. Thus, a penny-pinching contest between these two cities would appear to be a no-brainer. The problem, until recently, was proving it.
Good news. The cover of the November 10, 2008 issue of (New York Magazine) ($3.99 at newsstand) promises “Live Well, Spend Less” while the November 2008 cover of (Toronto Life) ($4.95 at newsstand) features a guide entitled “Look Rich (Even If You Feel Poor).” Prepare yourself for some cheap thrills as we compare salient economic benchmarks from these two publications.
Transportation
Toronto Life: For short-term auto jollies, head to ASG Exotic and Luxury car rentals, where rocket-ready six-speed Porsche 911 Carreras ($550) await open roads. For longer-term indulgences, The Private Collection allows for fractional ownership at an annual cost of $31,000, plus $5,000 initiation fee. That nabs 40 to 60 driving days, depending on dates and models; rides include a 007-worthy Aston Martin DB9 and a Lamborghini Gallardo— a car that begs for endless laps of Yorkville, subtly broadcasting “I’m a human penis!” to the world.
New York Magazine: Okay, a taxi is (sometimes) faster, (sometimes) cleaner, and (sometimes) safer than the subway, but a cab is never more economical. If you commute to work from the Upper West Side to midtown, say, you’ll spend around $12 each way (including tip) or $24 per day. Multiply that by 250 or so work days a year, and your annual transportation outlay—without a single weekend ride—comes to $6,000. At $2 per ride twice a day, the subway will set you back just $4 per day, or $1,000 per year. That’s a $5,000 savings. The next time you’re tempted to hop a cab, try whispering this to yourself: Prosperity now.
Toronto Life: If the old boys from UCC don’t like the cut of your jib, stick it to them by commanding the waters in a skippered yacht. Cruise the harbour, islands and shores of Lake Ontario in the Teddy Graham, a 38-foot Hunter sailing yacht from Sailing for You (packages from $450), complete with skipper, drinks, meals, beds, and an interior so rich in teak, it would make a Danish furniture designer jealous.
New York Magazine: Take the free water taxi to the Red Hook Ikea. And then skip Ikea. Hang out on the esplanade for an hour or two, then water-taxi back.
Food
Toronto Life: A full-time cook may not be in the cards in the near (or far) future, but inner gourmets can be at least temporarily satisfied with a private meal by a famous chef. Even busy Marc Thuet has been known to make house calls, with cooking utensils and organic ingredients in tow ($60–$200 per person). Thuet loves to create exotic tasting menus using rare and seasonal ingredients—think white Alba truffles and wild game tastings of Scottish grouse and mallard duck—but he’ll just as happily prepare a meal for Thanksgiving celebrations, or some freshly caught Nova Scotia lobster for a homesick East Coast transplant.
New York Magazine: Steak for Two For many red-meat aficionados, an $85 Peter Luger porterhouse for two can’t be beat. Call it apples to oranges, but we’ll take the General Greene ’s (229 Dekalb Ave., nr. Clermont Ave., Ft. Greene; 718-225-1510) remarkably beefy Niman Ranch flap steak (a seldom seen but up-and-coming cut) any day. In fact, at $12 apiece, we’ll take two.
Toronto Life: Canoe—140 seats, regional Canadian cuisine, dazzling 54th-floor views and similarly lofty menu prices—can be had for a mere $14,000 minimum tab on Saturday (Sunday is half-price, $7,000; a private sommelier is extra). While the elegant, modern space isn’t exactly shabby, guests often customize it: for a wedding, antique bird cages were filled with cupcakes; another affair featured million-dollar diamond displays and accompanying armed guards. Go-for-broke guests even bring in their own entertainment, including Celtic dancers and Chinese dragon dancers.
New York Magazine: Regular Slice. New York’s favorite slice now goes for the eyebrow-raising price of $4. But that slice, found at the Midwood pizza mecca Di Fara, is meticulously hand-formed, and distinguished by a contrapuntal cheese medley. A plain old slice at 99¢ Fresh Pizza (151 E. 43rd St., nr. Third Ave.; 212-922-0257) makes a quick and satisfying lunch, if not exactly a life-altering gastronomic experience. With tax, it’s $1.07.
Grooming
Toronto Life: Mobile Spa Toronto specializes in primping parties, from stagettes to teen birthdays. À la carte house call services include waxing ($15–$60), makeup application ($60), mani-pedi ($60), therapeutic massage ($100) and facials ($75). There’s a minimum in-home charge of $120 for an aesthetician and $100 for a registered massage therapist with at least two spa professionals booked per visit. Hygiene freaks, take note: all implements—scissors, tweezers, files—are individually wrapped and opened in front of you.
New York Magazine: Paint Your Own Damn Nails. A mani-pedi may seem like a quick, cheap form of pampering, but a biweekly treatment at Rescue Beauty Lounge, say, will set you back $2,080 annually. Owner and author Ji Baek graciously offers tips for stay-at-home beautifiers.
Shelter
Toronto Life: Marco Enterprises co-founders Deborah Zwicker and Marlee Novak have been in the luxury property management biz for 10 years and manage more than 80 ogle-worthy mansions across the city, stocked with such Entourage essentials as indoor pools, tennis courts and private movie theatres. Clients tend toward the famous and fabulous (Bono, Hilary Swank and John Travolta have stayed in furnished homes on such stylish streets as the Bridle Path, Roxborough and Hazelton), but a Hollywood pedigree is not required—just an ability to afford the $10,000 to $50,000 monthly payments. One month minimum rental. 416-410-4123,
New York Magazine: Whittle Down Your Mortgage. Nicole and Anthony (who asked us not to use their full names) live on the Upper West Side in a two-bedroom they bought for under $800,000 in 2003. They want to lower their monthly nut, and Melissa Cohn, of the Manhattan Mortgage Company, offered her advice.
Toronto Life: It’s tough to hold a fabulous dinner party when the guests outnumber the chairs. For a Versailles-in-the-Don-Valley feel, Kennedy Galleries offers a suitably opulent selection of traditional furnishings ($200 a week and up). For parties more P. Diddy than King Louis, Contemporary Furniture Rentals has a dizzying array of modern chairs, including Philippe Starck’s translucent Ghost chair (call for prices).
New York Magazine: Restoring a Dresser. All Furniture Services. They’ll send a workman to your home to restore your beat-up chest of drawers for $145 to $275—and they’ll try to do it with nontoxic chemicals so you don’t have to air it out afterward.
When Bear Markets Attack
* America's Panic Attack
* The Joke's on US
* Invisible Hand-Wringing
* Capitalism on the Ledge
* The Economy on the Couch
* Future Shock & Awe
* Hitting the Wall And Falling on the Street.
* America Sucks Right Now
* US: Out of Order
(Suggested names for ongoing cable news coverage of economic disaster).
The Conversation of Strangers On a Train
I was going through a notebook today and found this snippet of dialogue I had written down while on the train between Montreal and Toronto this summer. The following is courtesy of a retired couple sitting a few seats ahead of me. They were watching No Country For Old Men on a portable DVD player.
Her: I think it’s over.
Him: How could it end like that?
[pause]
Him: But it was a great show.
[clicks something]
Him: 122 minutes. Huh.
[pause]
Him: That guy was strange though, eh?
Her: I think it’s over.
Him: How could it end like that?
[pause]
Him: But it was a great show.
[clicks something]
Him: 122 minutes. Huh.
[pause]
Him: That guy was strange though, eh?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
The Pyper at the Gates of Don Valley
I don’t have many scintillating comments about Andrew Pyper’s recent book The Killing Circle (which is mostly set in Toronto), but damn if I’m going to let a pun that great go to waste.
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