In the June issue of the Walrus David MacFarlane takes on hockey and America and our Canadianness and the whole shebang, and it is a doozy. Some of the best nonfiction I have ever read, no lie. I couldn’t put it down:
If you are driving across the state of Florida to attend an NHL hockey game, and if you are a Canadian and on your own, you might – somewhere around Lake Okeechobee, probably – plummet into depths of loneliness heretofore uncharted. I know all about it.
It is just too awesome.