Montrealers have come and gone like snowflakes floating down onto Mount Royal, then melting and flowing into the mighty St. Lawrence. Those countless lives are only sometimes recalled by headstones and fancy-dress photos inadequately noting lifetimes full of passions, dreams and appetites. This book aims to get to know those forgotten Montrealers by flipping the rock up on where they ate, slept, danced and created some crazy messes. The Paris of North America, The Queen of River Cities, Vegas with Icicles, The City with 100 Steeples, Sin City and The City of Saints: Montreal has been all of those things and has uneasily withstood the chaos involved in reconciling its contradictory tendencies and competing ambitions. This book is a time machine that transports you to wonderlands of the past. These words aim to slam you like a John Kordic uppercut and bring you on a runaway bus ride down the bald face of Mount Royal.
Montrealers have come and gone like snowflakes floating down onto Mount Royal, then melting and flowing into the mighty St. Lawrence. Those countless lives are only sometimes recalled by headstones and fancy-dress photos inadequately noting lifetimes full of passions, dreams and appetites. This book aims to get to know those forgotten Montrealers by flipping the rock up on where they ate, slept, danced and created some crazy messes. The Paris of North America, The Queen of River Cities, Vegas with Icicles, The City with 100 Steeples, Sin City and The City of Saints: Montreal has been all of those things and has uneasily withstood the chaos involved in reconciling its contradictory tendencies and competing ambitions. This book is a time machine that transports you to wonderlands of the past. These words aim to slam you like a John Kordic uppercut and bring you on a runaway bus ride down the bald face of Mount Royal.
