Montreal is now home to a growing population of French newcomers. But what’s the allure of Quebec, and does it live up to expectations?

Cow Manure and the Future of Clean Energy

Once, all that stood between you and the part you wanted was the right monologue.

You’ve heard of grindhouse, blaxploitation and kung fu flicks. But Canada has its own unique B-movie tradition—Canuxploitation—and new directors are catching on.

At the height of Michaelmania, everyone moonwalked—even Muslim kids in Hamilton, Ontario.

The next stage in evolution—a machine consciousness able to manipulate time and space—is just around the corner. The catch: humans will no longer be in charge.

Why do Swallowtails and Sulphurs swarm Alberta’s oil rigs?

The internet has changed the way porn writers depict sex. How one man nearly became a scribe of smut.

Online companion essays to our print-only "The Music We Hate" feature: Daniel Johnston, Destroyer, Belle and Sebastian, Lady Gaga, Timber Timbre, the xx and more.

Letters from our readers.

Seven top music critics take on the worst bands in the world.

"There is more to Toronto’s music than a mediocre band with one good album."

"Radiohead's Intelligent Musicianship is always up in my face. It’s like being distracted, mid-act, by the fine detailing of a partner’s high-end labial cosmetic surgery."

"There’s too much Sufjan in every Sufjan song. His Achilles heel—his Trojan calcaneus! his Pelean hoof!—is his penchant for excess."

"Neon Indian trade in hollow revivalism. The songs on their 2009 debut Psychic Chasms add up to a smug, kitschy, Ray Ban dress-up party."

"Newsom’s music doesn’t care two figs what I think about it. It neither asks nor demands anything of its listener."

"Animal Collective embody the entitled millennial generation, products of a coddled culture that gives undue praise to minimal effort and cherishes signifiers over content."

"Welcome to the post–Sonic Youth era: where getting in bed with corporate America is no longer frowned upon but practically mandatory."

Authors always treat evil as an incomprehensible, barely-human force waiting to be defeated—but that’s pure fiction. It’s high time we saw villains as people too.

A new short story.

Eight poems.