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Recording star made his father a promise

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Before his rendition of the song “Danny Boy” helped launch his career, tenor John McDermott agreed to a request from his father.

“My father asked that, if I were to succeed in this business, to perhaps consider giving back by focusing on veterans’ issues,” he says. “My father was a veteran. I had three cousins killed in Vietnam, and my mother’s brother was a veteran who died as a prisoner of war, so we’ve always had a very special place in our home for veterans.”

Five platinum records and many tours later, the local resident continues to fulfill the request.

His commitment to veterans’ causes is apparent through his involvement with numerous charities and fundraisers. Today, through his foundation, McDermott House Canada, he’s working toward expanding and renovating the veterans’ wing at Sunnybrook Health Sciences Centre.

The goal of the palliative care unit is to provide high-quality care for veterans, military and first responders who are in the final stages of terminal illness.

“I’m in a position to give back to the veteran community and to fulfill my father’s request, and I like doing it,” McDermott says. “I like the McDermott House aspect of it because it’s not a charity, it’s a foundation. You can actually look at, touch and know that it’s being done and know that your money is being used in a very positive and good way.”

On top of donating a portion of his album sales from his latest release, Journeys, to the project, once a year McDermott also holds a special Christmas concert for the veterans in the main lobby of the hospital.

“The veterans at that particular concert are absolutely at their most vulnerable because most of them are in wheelchairs or in beds, about 500 of them,” he says.

“I’ve seen all of the World War One vets disappear and of course the World War Two vets are getting fewer and fewer.”

Prior to the private concert that will take place this month, there will also be a press conference to announce the work that is being done with McDermott House Canada.

“We’ll take the full band in and do about an hour and 20 minutes for the veterans, just perform all their favourites,” McDermott says, adding that they’ll also take requests. “It’s a lot of fun. I know how much the veterans enjoy it.”

Although McDermott didn’t start his professional singing career until he was in his late 30s, music was a big part of his upbringing, and he says that his love of singing comes from his parents.

After immigrating to Canada from Scotland, the McDermotts and their 12 kids settled in Willowdale where they slowly built a reputation for their weekly musical gatherings.

Some residents may also remember being visited by a group of carollers that called themselves The Mistletones, which was an a cappella group McDermott formed with classmates from St. Michael’s Choir School.

“We went out carolling on the streets and eventually started going into seniors’ residences and to hospitals performing on Christmas Eve,” he says. “The group is still together. I’m on tour, so I can’t go out and do it with them, but I have them on my annual Christmas show that I do every year.”

Veterans’ causes are also themes that McDermott explores in albums and songs, such as “Bringing Buddy Home” and “Christmas in the Trenches.”

“They were picked exactly for that,” he says. “I don’t want to whisper about it, I want to get it out there.”

McDermott, who is currently on tour in support of Journeys, says he’s looking forward to winding down for the holidays.

“My favourite part of Christmas is just spending time with my wife — we have three dogs — and just relaxing,” he says. “It’s pretty exhausting once we’re done. We’re out for about two months.”

For more information visit www.mcdermotthousecanada.org.

 

Unleash your inner hillbilly at the Drake BBQ

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The Drake BBQ broadcasts its hillbilly presence to the street. When you walk into this rustic joint, the smell of barbecue provokes one’s hunger.

I was greeted by Chef Anthony Rose and he arranged for me to taste everything on their limited menu. While we were awaiting the sandwiches, Chef Rose proudly took me out the back where he is well stocked with apple wood and some hickory, but he mainly uses apple wood which gently kisses the meat with its sweet smoke. The barbecue is a long wide barrel of cast iron with a separate wood burning section so that the heat is not directly under the meat. He cooks the meat long and slow, keeping the temperature around the meat at about 225 F.

While I was waiting, chef presented me with classic competition beef chili, that is beef by itself with no beans or fillers — just the sauce, a delicious ground ancho chili preparation. The meat was very tender after slow braising. He also let me taste the Sunday special to come which was the beef chili topped with cheddar cheese, scallions, sour cream, braised duck bacon, onions, garlic and a fried egg, all on top of corn chips. What a special!

The first sandwich was very moist pulled pork; perfectly barbecued with some dark crusty bits that went very well with the cabbage slaw and a very good bun that held together well. The only miss was the sauce, in which the taste of the cider vinegar was a bit pronounced.

The second sandwich truly hit the spot. Perfectly barbecued beef, tender, tasty and juicy with just the right amount of smoke, again, topped with coleslaw in a very good bun. The beef was very coarsely chopped, rather than sliced, to combine the drier and juicier sections of the brisket. Now, I was satisfied!

Drake BBQ, 1150 Queen St. W., Toronto, 416-531-5042

Dr. Josh Josephson is the owner of The Cookbook Store and Josephson Opticians. He is a chevalier of Les Chevalier du Tastevin and the Le Chaine des Rotisseurs, a member of L’ordre Mondiale and a member and former president of the International Wine and Food Society, Toronto chapter.

The return of Dion Phaneuf?

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Dion Phaneuf grew up in Edmonton, admired the Great One — Wayne Gretzky — but modelled his game after Scott Stevens, of the New Jersey Devils, one of the toughest and hardest hitters to ever lace up the skates.

In his first game after being traded to the Maple Leafs, Phaneuf logged more ice time than any other player and ended the game with some fisticuffs. Leafs fans swooned. They had a new hero.

Now, in his first season as team captain and on the shelf following a gruesome cut, the rock solid defenceman sounds off on the team’s fortunes and his frightening encounter with a skate blade.

So tell me about the day you heard you were traded to Toronto.

It was definitely a shock. It was a shock to me, but it was also the best thing to happen. It’s been an exciting time, and we’re going through changes, but everyone, from the organization to the city to my teammates, has been great.

And what do you think of the city, now that you’ve been here a while, and where do you like to go out?

I love the city. I live right downtown. It is a great walking city. I’ve got nothing but positives to say.… I go to Barberian’s Steak House a lot, Jacob and Co., and I also like Italian, this place Frascati, a little Italian hole in the wall on Elm.

Your injury, did you know right away how serious the cut was?

Ya, as soon as the skate hit me, I could feel it. I knew I was cut, but I could feel something a little deeper.That’s why I didn’t get up right away. I didn’t want to do any more damage to it. But any time you can pull your pant leg up and can see inside your leg, it is not a very good feeling. I knew I had to get off as soon as possible.

Were you scared of losing your season at any point?

Well, when you’re sitting there on the trainer’s table and the orthopaedic surgeon says we gotta go to the OR, you’re definitely wondering. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.

It must have been tough, not only being hurt, but watching the team go through that tough patch last month.

It is tough being hurt, but it doesn’t make it any easier when things aren’t going well for the group. You wish you could try and be out there to help them. But, I think our team has shown resilience through it all. They’ve all got the right attitude. No one got down on each other. Everyone stuck together.

And what is the plan moving forward?

Coming in to this, we knew we had young players and we were going to go through the good and the bad, and we’ve seen both sides early in the season. We just need to reload and get ready to go to work tomorrow.

From a first date to a seat in first class

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In a world where everyone and everything happens in an instant, is it any wonder that the way we date has sped up, too? As I’ve recently experienced, today it is all about going straight from the first date to a seat in first class.

Here’s what happened.

So, I met this guy, everything is going great, but it is all really new. Then he pops the question.No, not marriage. After just two weeks and a handful of dates, he asked me to go to St. Lucia over the holidays. And, you know what? I’m seriously considering it.

That is part of what is so liberating about dating in your 30s — you’re a grown-up, with money to burn, and you can make your own decisions. Plus, I don’t have a lot of time to waste on guys that won’t work out in the long run. So, what better way to cull the herd than spending a week in a little hotel room.

Back in high school, I remember begging my parents to let me go away with my high school boyfriend to Cuba for March break. I was crying, and my mother was saying, “Who knows what can happen? You could get pregnant!” “I could get pregnant here!” I screamed back. “I don’t have to go to Cuba!”

After a knock-down, drag-out debate that stretched on for days, I was allowed to go away with him. We stayed at a crappy hotel (no money) barely ate (no money), but it was still fun and I didn’t come back pregnant.

Still, he had been my high school boyfriend for more than two years. These days there’s no courtship, no slow and steady dating rituals.

But, depending on the man of course, this could be a very beneficial development. In the past few years, a number of my friends and I have dated men that, after a date or two,went ahead and invited us to go away with them. This before we even knew their birthdays, if they snored and what their breath smells like in the morning.

Once, even before ordering dessert, my friend told me she was invited to go to Palm Springs. “We got along really well,” my friend said. “And I liked the idea of going away with him somewhere warm, but I was like, ‘Can you pay the bill first?’”

Once, I went on a date with a man who, when he dropped me off, suggested that we should go away the following weekend for a threeday spa trip.

Don’t get me wrong, I like spas, but I didn’t like him — certainly not enough to commit to spending three days and nights away with him. I couldn’t even commit to a second date. And still haven’t. But, at least I didn’t waste any more time with him. That’s the bonus, and it works both ways.

There was the man who invited me to Paris after we had known each other for three weeks. I had the time to go, he made me laugh, and J’adore Paris. So I went.

Yes, after knowing me for three whole weeks, he booked me a plane ticket. I ended up paying for my ticket, but not the hotel rooms.

It felt wrong to assume he’d pay for everything, and I didn’t want to be held responsible for anything. The trip wasn’t a disaster. But, it was probably the highlight of our relationship.

Another friend of mine went to Bermuda with a guy she had known for a week. It turned out to be a complete disaster, and she left early in tears. But at least she knew that he wasn’t the right man for her. Another friend, recently separated, just got back from a three-day weekend in New York, after knowing the man for two weeks.

“I figure I have the money, I love New York, and it’s nice to go with someone and be with someone. You can figure out quite quickly if that person annoys you when you travel,” she said. He did annoy her sometimes on the trip, but they are still dating and happy. The last man I was in a serious relationship with begged me for years to come with him when he went on three-month jaunts to Barbados where he rented a place with his ex-wife.

The whole “staying at the ex’s place” didn’t really appeal to me. But, finally, I buckled and stayed with him a few times and had the best time.

“There are no rules,” one of my girlfriends says. “If you feel like going away with him, then just do it. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Um, we could end up hating each other,” I said. She should know. My friend decided to go away on a fourth date to a spa in Tucson with a man she had known for less than a month. Without getting into the details, let’s just say she ended up booting him out of the room (and out of Tucson!) after one night.

“But I still had a really good time!” she said and laughed. There are no rules these days.

What could be so bad about spending New Year’s Eve on a beautiful island with a guy who makes you laugh and is laid-back?

I wonder what my parents would say to that?

 

Copper pipe thefts plague area homes

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A growing number of copper pipe thefts in North Toronto and Forest Hill have left locals in disbelief. One of those affected, real estate agent Mary-Anne Talbot, said she was shocked when she first realized the copper pipes were missing from a house she was selling.

“I said [to the owners] ‘it’s really damp in here, did you turn off the heat,’” she recalled. “I opened the cupboards under the sink and the pipes were gone.”

Talbot’s experience with the Woburn Avenue home isn’t unique.

Const. Tony Vella, a Toronto Police spokesperson, said thieves have been targeting high-end homes in particular. Most times, the homes have been under construction and the newly installed copper pipes end up being stolen when the site is left unattended.

“They’ll go onto the construction sites, into these homes and remove the copper piping, which they’re selling to make a profit,” said Vella, in reference to the thieves. 

Det. Sgt. Savas Kyriacou, from Toronto police, said several vacant houses in the surrounding area have also been targeted and that thieves will go after the older homes. Many old houses still contain the original copper piping that used to be commonly installed.

At the current going rate of three dollars per pound for copper, in these cases, most thieves are making approximately 100 dollars from the copper piping they remove from each home, said Vella. 

However, in terms of safety, the cost can be much greater. During one copper heist last month at a house on Glen Park Avenue, when the thieves cut into the copper piping they ended up rupturing a gas line. According to Vella, the leak could have easily led to an explosion.

“People in the immediate area were at risk,” said Vella. “It was dangerous.”

According to Timothy Somers, a local Toronto police community safety officer, in addition to copper piping, copper eavestroughs have also been targeted by thieves.

“Some houses have copper eavestroughs because they’re interested in it turning green … it looks nice,” said Somers, who added that he has seen the entire trough removed from a house.

He said most cases of residential copper theft involve thieves who are looking for an easy way to make some money.

The more expert thieves, he said, tend to go for industrial sites where entire rolls of copper cable worth thousands of dollars have been stolen.

In some cases, copper theft goes beyond buildings. Last June, a TTC union president was arrested and charged with stealing TTC copper wire and selling it to a scrap yard.

A few years ago, 800 copper vases were stolen from West-end Toronto cemetery Arbor Memorial. Gary Carmichael, a spokesperson for the company that manages the cemetery, said most of the vases were returned. However, he also said a cemetery in St. Catharines was recently robbed of vases and said that copper theft will likely continue to be a problem. 

“As long as scrap dealers are prepared to pay for the vases, clearly there’s a risk that somebody will steal them,” he said. According to Kyriacou, scrap yards are largely unregulated because identifying copper pieces can be difficult.

Regarding the rise of copper theft in some residential areas, Talbot said she never would have expected to find what she did.

“On either side of this house, you have really substantial homes, caring families,” she said. “It was really quite a shock when I saw the pipes were cut.”

Beloved rainbow may return to Yorkdale

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Arc En Ciel, the popular art installation by Michael Hayden, may once again find a home in Yorkdale subway station.

The rainbow-themed artwork, which consisted of 158 painted neon lights that moved and pulsed with the rhythm of subway trains, ran along the station’s ceiling from 1978 until it was dismantled in the mid ’90s by the Toronto Transit Commission (TTC) due to a lack of funding for repairs.

“It was very inappropriately removed from the station because the TTC wouldn’t spend $500 to restore some of the electronics,” said former councillor Howard Moscoe. “I’ve negotiated a co-operation agreement with the Yorkdale Shopping Centre,” he said, adding that, as part of Oxford Properties’ $110 million mall expansion plans, they’ve agreed to pay for the restoration of the piece.

Hayden, who resides in California and called the piece a triumph, said he’s been working toward this moment ever since it was taken out and that his vision for the re-installation, which he was told by Moscoe was 95 per cent confirmed, includes more energy-efficient LED technology.

“I’m superexcited for getting this piece done for Toronto again,” he said.

Although Moscoe said he also reached an agreement with the  TTC, Brad Ross, director of corporate communications at the TTC, only confirmed they were currently working on a plan and wouldn’t reveal any specifics.

“It is going to be an impressive piece, part of Toronto’s legacy,” said Moscoe. “Michael Hayden’s work is world-famous. Everyone remembers the beauty of that piece when the subway opened.”

Leaside heritage buildings saved

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After a four-year battle over the fate of Leaside’s Talbot Apartments, Ontario’s Superior Court has denied the property owner’s request to appeal the original ruling, a ruling that refuses them the right to demolish the complex. Residents are hopeful the decision — and a heritage designation for the complex — will end the struggle for good. 

The battle began in 2007 when Context Developments, acting on behalf of property owner ADMNS Kelvingrove Investment Corporation, filed a motion to bulldoze and rebuild the complex. The apartments, built in 1939, were being considered for a heritage designation.

Context submitted an application for an eight-storey, 140-unit rental structure and 54 townhouses to replace the original, but the motion was refused by the city.

Shortly after, Context appealed the city’s decision to the Superior Court of Justice.

When the Superior Court of Justice sided with the city, as well, Context filed a motion to appeal to the Ontario Municipal Board, citing legal mishandling. On Nov. 3, the motion to appeal was dismissed.

“We’re feeling very relieved and very pleased,” said Carol Burtin Fripp, director of the Leaside Property Owners’ Association. “We’ve put in an immense amount of work, preparing for the hearings, working with the neighbourhood, presenting material.”

Coun. John Parker said, “It was really a team effort,” referring to the Leaside Property Owners Association, the residents — including president of the residents’ association, Pat Stevenson — the city’s planning department and the legal team. 

“We were put to a very tough test,” he says.

A representative from Context Development refused to comment. 

As a result of their ongoing involvement in the case, the Leaside Property Owners’ Association was awarded Heritage Toronto’s Community Heritage Award as well as their Members’ Choice Award. 

Low set to rise again

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In 2000, legendary Toronto band Lowest of the Low reunited to play a concert at the Warehouse. The show sold out almost immediately, and as more dates were added, the little reunion show snowballed into a tour, then another, a live record and a new full-length album.

Although they have no plans for anything major this time around (FYI: they didn’t back then, either), the 20th anniversary of their first and most popular album, Shakespeare My Butt, was enough of an incentive for the band to get back into the rehearsal studio in preparation for two sold-out shows at Lee’s Palace this month, with more to come this spring.

“Every time we have a reason to come out of hiatus, we always have a little trepidation that this will be the time we hear the crickets in the background and everyone has forgotten who the band was,” says Ron Hawkins, who founded the band along with Steve Stanley and drummer David Alexander back in the early ’90s.

“And every time it’s great. I think it’s a testament to the fact that, when people became Low fans, they became fans for life in a way that doesn’t always happen. It really brings home to us that we built something cool.” Before “the Low,” as they are affectionately known, Hawkins, Stanley and Alexander were known as Popular Front.The band was typical of the U2-influenced ’80s — big Bono hair, songs about politics and world events, and loads of attitude. But, according to Hawkins, it wasn’t working. “For the last year and a half only our girlfriends would come to our shows,” Hawkins says and laughs. “And not even to every show.”

After the band took a step back, went acoustic and started writing about what they saw on the streets around their east end Toronto homes, their flagging careers picked up momentum. Renaming the band Lowest of the Low completed the revival. And when Shakespeare My Butt was released, local radio station CFNY played the hell out of it and the band’s popularity skyrocketed, kickstarting a made-in-Toronto indie music renaissance.

The album — which Hawkins and Stanley admit is no great feat of production — is filled with songs that are smart, fun and infectious, written about the band’s Toronto haunts from the Carlaw Bridge to their beloved Only Café. The album went gold and is one of the best-selling independent releases ever released in Canada (next to the Barenaked Ladies’ first release, The Yellow Tape). Chart magazine dubbed the album one of the top ten in Canadian music history.

“Artistically, to date, on a sonic level, that is the worst sounding record we’ve ever made. It was small and boxy, but it is the most beloved record in our catalogue,” says Hawkins. “It just goes to show that the music is important: the vibe that you set up and what you’re trying to say.”

“As I go through life, on a weekly or monthly basis, strangers I meet tell me how much that record meant to them, and I can relate to that because we all have records like that,” says Stanley. “It must make you jump back a bit and say, ‘Wow.’ It is amazing that we had that kind of effect on people’s lives.”

Lowest of the Low play Lee’s Palace Dec. 3 and 4. For more information, go to www.lowestofthelow.com.

 

Addicted to sports

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Toronto writer Dave Bidini stumbled across the subject of his new book in the most unlikely of places.

While making his way through rough-and-tumble Moss Park in downtown T.O.’s lower east side, Bidini witnessed a moment of sporting serendipity when a soccer game broke out among a beleaguered group of homeless men and women.

It was a practice for a local shelter’s street soccer program, and it would lead Bidini on the trail of a ragtag group of soccer players (recovering addicts, mostly) on a journey to Calgary then on to Melbourne, Australia, for the Homeless World Cup. The catch, for Bidini, was to make the book more than a Hallmark moment.

“I was conscious of it when I started the project,” says Bidini. “I was worried about violins drowning out the rest of the music, but in the end, it wasn’t really that hard to deal with. The tone of the players and their attitudes were, at times, black comedy in a way.”

The book chronicles the efforts of the Torontonians, coaches and players, who would make the trip to Calgary for the national championships and then on to Australia. But, the stars of the show are 18-year-old runaway Krystal from Regent Park and former pro soccer player Billy, a recovering OxyContin addict.

Bidini pulls no punches, Home and Away is honest and inspiring and puts a human face on an issue that is all too often ignored outright, let alone in the sports section. But, Bidini isn’t in it to inspire change. He just wants to tell their story.

“I think, like any book, you’re just trying to brighten a corner of the world, throw light on a place that hasn’t really been illuminated before,” says Bidini. “This is not a call to arms, necessarily.”

Home and Away is Bidini’s eighth book. The writer and former guitarist for Canadian rock band the Rheostatics has gravitated to the unusual in the sports genre, from hockey players in China and the United Arab Emirates (Tropic of Hockey) to discovering his roots through baseball in Italy (Baseballisimo).

He’s a sports guy, but Bob McCowan he definitely is not. “Play is important. We see it with our own kids. Playing is all they do until maybe 13. At a certain age we start mortgaging that for other things,” says Bidini. “I don’t think you have to trade it all in. Sports play makes you kind of become a healthier citizen, both physically and mentally.”

 

Traditional recipe takes title at 'Latkepalooza'

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Last Saturday’s Latkepalooza was the second showdown in a series of cooking competitions at Caplansky’s.

The competition may be known as the Battle of the Bubbies, but that didn’t discourage the 28-year-old who claimed first place.

The only requirement for contestants wanting to enter the competition was that they pile up four dozen potato pancakes and arrive at the College Street deli by 9 p.m.

Restaurant patrons graded entries by ballot for appearance, texture, flavour and overall likeability, Caplansky’s catering manager, Michelle Rabin, tells PostCity.com.

Of the six participants, the most unconventional take on the latke was a creation made with creme fraiche, fish and sweet potatoes, says Rabin.

But it was a more traditional recipe that earned North Toronto resident, Lindsay Springer, the victory.

Rabin describes the winning latkes as golden brown, crispy yet fluffy, with just the right blend of potato and onion.

Springer, whose aunt won Caplansky’s previous Matzo ball battle, says her family urged her to enter the competition.

As a little girl, Springer would make latkes with her bubby. Since her bubby passed, she has continued to make the potato pancakes for her family.

"My bubby Lia made the best latkes in the world, so it was kind of nice to carry on that tradition," she says.

Springer doesn’t measure out her ingredients, but she gave us basic instructions on how to make her bubby’s prized potato pancakes:

 Lindsay Springer’s Latkepalooza-winning Latke recipe

The Year of Magical Thinking

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Are you familiar with the rich, literate writing style of the American author and scriptwriter Joan Didion?

You need not be familiar with the writing style of Didion to be attracted to and moved by her theatrical adaptation of her award-winning novel The Year of Magical Thinking.

Toronto’s venerable Tarragon Theatre is featuring a production of the play starring the one-and-only Seana McKenna and directed by the esteemed Michael Shamata on stage until Dec. 12.

Didion’s book was a best-seller, described as “devastating,” and the famed author chose to turn it into a play, which did well on Broadway starring Vanessa Redgrave.

But the Tarragon production left an uneasy feeling. For all the brilliance of one of Canada’s foremost performers, Seana McKenna, this theatrical version of Didion’s memorable piece of non-fiction failed to move me as much as the exquisite book.

On the bare stage (save a chair in its centre and a small table on stage right, holding an open copy of the author’s book), in front of dark, mirroring glass, the beautiful McKenna stares out at her audience and declares, “It will happen to you. And it WILL happen to you. That’s why I’m here.”

The lines, such as “Grief has its place, but also its limits,” are powerful, but the frequent repetition of actress McKenna calling out to her daughter — as if to save her or bring her back from tragic death — “You’re safe! I’m here!” ultimately became too selfconsciously poetic for this writer, who expected a good cry.

What moved me most was an echo of a Christian hymn I’ve always loved, about faith in a personal God whom we expect will protect us from such nightmarish losses: “His eyes are on the sparrow / And I know He’s watching me.”

Several times it was used to great effect, including in McKenna’s last line: “No eye is on the sparrow.” Truly devastating as loss of faith should be.

But, for most of the 85-minute play, and for all the excellence of Didion’s writing and McKenna’s performance, I kept thinking, “I’m glad I’m experiencing this, but it is simply not a quality piece of theatrical writing.”

The Year of Magical Thinking runs until Dec. 12. Tarragon Theatre, 30 Bridgman Ave., Toronto, 416.531.1827

 

The Silicone Diaries

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When major theatre critics across the city give a one-person show rave reviews, one’s ears should perk up.

When the subject is intriguing, if not downright irresistible, it is time to book some tickets.

And that is definitely the case with The Silicone Diaries, playing at Buddies in Bad Times until Dec. 11.

The Silicone Diaries relates the story of a man who longs to change to the sex he always felt he should have been (hardly a new or even rare happening and always at risk of being prurient or clichéd).

What creator/performer Nina Arsenault does is astounding — literally acting eight years and 60 surgical procedures, describing in intimate detail her quest to not only become a woman, but to become the woman.

To quote from the play: “Pamela [Anderson] is a caricature of a woman,and I am a caricature of her.” Certainly, our response to body image has given birth to endless changes over history.

But based on the evidence, The Silicone Diaries is sure to be a captivating production.

With its short run and low-priced seats ($19 to $33) at Buddies in Bad Times, 12 Alexander St., it certainly sounds like a very safe bet, even if dozens of illegal surgeries in Mexico may not have been.

 The Silicone Diaries, playing at Buddies in Bad Times until Dec. 11.