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This Montreal Manifesto: notes on Melissa Auf der Maur at the Blue Metropolis Festival

If you aren’t familiar with Melissa Auf der Maur, her story fits almost perfectly into the archetypal Hero’s Journey.

Auf der Maur is a photography student and bassist in Montreal when she’s asked to join Hole. She refuses the call but meets Courtney Love who becomes a sort of mentor. From there, Auf der Maur embarks upon her 1990s rock adventure of glamour, grime, addiction, grief, and Dave Grohl love. She is transformed and eventually “retires” from the music industry and public life to start a family. She reemerges with her memoir, entitled Even the Good Girls Will Cry, and on her book tour, makes a glorious return to her hometown, with her family seated in the front row.

I love these kinds of stories. They feel so epic and mythical. At her launch, held 30 March at the SAT as part of the Blue Metropolis Festival, Auf der Maur acknowledges this: “I call myself ‘Grunge Cinderella,’” she says, “because it doesn’t make sense that I was at Bifteck and a week later I was on stage at Reading Festival in front of 65,000 people.”

There’s an exciting contradiction that surrounds Montreal’s successful international cultural exports — Céline, Leonard Cohen, Arcade Fire, Grimes, Denis Villeneuve, Cirque du Soleil — which lends to their reverence and ubiquity. Montreal might be a big city, especially by Canadian standards, but it’s actually quite cozy. My friend’s new boyfriend was taught by my mother in elementary school; another friend grew up playing hockey with Sophie Nélisse; a past interview subject is currently dating someone I went on a date with; I recognize Instagram mutuals doing background work in Montreal productions; and almost everyone in Montreal has a Xavier Dolan story. (I’m waiting for mine, Xavier.)

This is reflected in our tight-knit creative industries and communities, which display remarkable resourcefulness and talent. There is gossip, rivalry, and drama, but also consistent efforts for collaboration, mutualisation, and solidarity. Discussing her parents’ adoption of Montreal and their life-long devotion to its culture, Auf der Maur tells the crowd, “I saw that life is about what you do with everyone. It’s not just your family or just your plan.”

A performer gestures towards a screen displaying a historical black-and-white image, while standing on stage in a theatrical setting.
“There’s something that is happening here where you protect who you are.” Melissa Auf der Maur photographed by Nadia Trudel for NicheMTL.

Like in many other places, opportunities here are limited, especially for the monolingual anglophones who have long been drawn to Montreal’s cheap rent and cultural cachet, following their mass exodus in the late 20th century, along with the city’s economic dominance. There is a ceiling to what can be achieved in Quebec — lower than the Canadian ceiling which is of course lower than the seemingly non-existent ceiling of American cultural hegemony.

Canada is a small country in a big body, and Quebec is its limb that survives amputation, developing its own star system and maintaining its French. Auf der Maur fittingly writes in her memoir, “In many ways, Montreal has stayed fixed somewhere between 1942 and 1982.” At her book launch, she seems to elaborate on this thought. “There’s something that is happening here where you protect who you are,” she says, “which is obviously deeply Quebecois.” Maybe that’s why Montreal has served as a place of transition for so many.

This transition space is depicted in Chandler Levack’s new movie Mile-End Kicks, which follows Barbie Ferreira as an aspiring music critic from Toronto who spends a summer in Montreal circa 2011. Soon, Ferreira’s Grace finds herself wondering, “Why do French people hate me?” as Devon Bostick’s Archie explains that Montreal is a place for young people to be poor artists and students before leaving to get serious, grow up, and contribute to society. They don’t make efforts to learn French so they can’t work. They depend on money from their parents. They take, and take, and take, leaving as soon as the city has nothing left to offer them. They will then paint the city as quaint or exotic — from elsewhere.

I’m a native Montrealer. I grew up in Anjou and then Ahuntsic. I went to school in Rosemont, St-Leonard, and NDG. Now I live in Ville-Marie. I used to bike to work at SSENSE’s office in the historic garment district and I used to take the entire orange line to get to my job in the industrial sector near the Orange Julep, where I once chaperoned a bride at the end of the night.

My dating history was born in the Old Port and has featured dangerous post-picnic driving down Mont-Royal, trespassing into stadiums and abandoned buildings, and even a tour of the West Island. I hiked up to the Oratoire St-Joseph and visited the cloistered nuns for my confirmation. Now I visit my great-grandparents in the Mont Royal cemetery and I only go to church for drag brunch.

I grew up next to the oldest church on the island. The sounds of Friday prayer from the mosque next door have replaced the comfort of its bells. When I turned 18, I went to the Village, taking the same bus at the end of the night as I’d take in the morning to get to my internship at Maison de Radio-Canada. Time marches on.

Two women seated on stage, engaged in conversation with a microphone. Behind them, a large screen displays abstract shadows. The stage is dimly lit with blue lights.
“There’s a world where in Montreal, you can have a better life.” Melissa Auf der Maur photographed by Nadia Trudel for NicheMTL.

I love Montreal deeply. I’m trying to build a life, a career, and relationships here. This has meant looking abroad for paid freelance writing opportunities, sacrificing travel to pay my rising Montreal rent, and trying not to get too attached to the Canadian, American, and French expats that surround me.

Coming-of-age narratives are largely capitalistic — they dictate constant growth: I’m already in a relatively big city so I should move to a bigger one with more opportunities to work in media or publishing.

Sometimes I resent these successful Canadian exports, bemoaning that their abandonment hinders the progression of our own cultural sectors. I wonder what would have happened if our country’s comedians didn’t leave to form the foundation of American comedy. There’s a sense of inferiority that infects Canadian culture. It creates stars who grind their way into American, European, and now Asian markets, and it nurtures a stubbornness for those determined to be successful in Canada.

In Montreal, however, there is a self-assurance that prospers thanks to our increased cultural distance. We’re outsiders and we rejoice in it. As Auf der Maur tells the crowd, “I was in Chicago when I explained Montreal to people who don’t know it. I explain that these are people in love with life. They are not working for the man. They were freelancers, and there’s a world where in Montreal, you can have a better life.”

To love Montreal is to love all its flaws and shortcomings as a big city that isn’t too big, with cultures that taunt and flirt with their divide and a transience that’s as tragic as it is thrilling.  Within its confines and embrace, you can be an artist, but you couldn’t sell your soul even if you wanted to.◼︎

The Blue Metropolis Festival runs 23-26 April 2026.

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Each Other’s Sentences: in conversation with RODAISUN

Caffè Italia bustles on any given weekday afternoon.

I love interviewing people here. With its seemingly willful disregard for any sense of hip aesthetic currency, its supercar posters and wobbly tables and naked fluorescent lightbulbs force patrons to focus on what really counts: the coffee, the sandwiches, the conversation.

Today, I am in the company of Emma Cosgrove, Catherine Machado, and Iva Celebic, collectively known as the poetry power trio RODAISUN. We have come to Caffè Italia to talk about their enduring friendship, their print publication, which now boasts more than 40 issues, and why making material objects feels all the more crucial in a world that increasingly favours the virtual and artificial.

The three 30-year-old writers exude a kind of punk band vibe, each with their own unique voice, but instinctively occupying their station on the proverbial stage. Celebic is something like the lead guitarist, with Cosgrove on bass, and Machado keeping the steady backbeat.

They all met as students of the Journalism programme at Ryerson and relocated to Montreal from the greater Toronto area five or so years ago, attracted at that time to this city’s relatively inexpensive rents and its legendarily bohemian lifestyle.

“A lot of people who were making anything in Toronto were just looking for other places to go,” says Celebic. “It was this moment where everyone was like, we can’t afford to do what we’re doing here. Where do we go?”

“Sort of a mass exodus,” Machado rebounds.

Toronto’s loss, however, is Montreal’s gain, as the three brought with them an aggregate ambition to enliven the literary world with their incomparable combination of whimsical observation, enthusiastic work ethic, and resuscitation of the poetic quotidian.

“We all are avid Moleskineers,” Celebic explains, referring to the popular diary brand.

Reunited in Montreal, they launched RODAISUN, a collection of works culled from their poetry notebooks published monthly in limited print runs and distributed in select bookstores, at dedicated events, and often by hand.

“We’d been doing this privately for ever. Everyday poetry was a really big thing in the ‘60s, the ’70s, the ‘80s, and it’s just not really happening now. No one is writing about watching a man eating a sandwich,” Celebic says, as I bite into my Prosciutto panini. “That could be a perfectly good piece of work.”

“It’s a conversation of our three voices.” Photograph provided by RODAISUN.

The three began by sharing their writing amongst themselves in freewheeling email chains. “Then we thought, what if we just picked our favourite things from that month and printed them off?” says Celebic.

“It doesn’t matter if it looks nice. There’s no pressure. If you don’t feel like sharing anything, you don’t have to. And we were like, okay, that feels like a better way to acknowledge the practice that we already have. And then it just didn’t really stop.”

RODAISUN, along with contemporaries like The Page, The Pit, Ahoy, and yolk, has gathered momentum and cultivated a dedicated following in the city’s English-language literary scene. Their readings are well-attended, and they always run out of their print editions in time to compile the next month’s issue. Though unlike their peers, they do not accept submissions.

“That’s kind of the point,” says Cosgrove. “It’s a conversation of our three voices. The number of times we’ve echoed each other, or had coincidences, or the same thought. It’s spooky. We’ve had side-by-side pieces that are kind of a conversation. And it feels like you don’t really get that with a series.”

“Our common ground,” Machado elaborates, “was that we were interested in archives, and archiving whatever was happening. We were all always journaling anyway. It’s not that we weren’t interested in journalism in general, but underneath, we’re poets. We’re interested in documents.”

“We were too emotional to be journalists,” Cosgrove recalls of their school days. “We just caught each other’s attention in a room of blank faces that we didn’t connect to. There were a lot of people who didn’t share our interests. And then I would see a book on the table that someone was reading and be like, oh, you read that? Can I borrow that?”

“Everybody wanted to be like the next newscaster for CBC,” Celebic scoffs. “And we were just kind of like…”

“We like writing,” says Cosgrove.

“We like writing,” Celebic reiterates. “We love finding out shit that no one knows about. We had more of an anarchist approach.”

That ragged and revolutionary orientation is what differentiates RODAISUN in a climate of so much sterile, themed poetry that seems algorithmically designed for social media.

“Life is a theme,” Celebic observes of their ethos. “Like, that month, she was depressed,” she points at Cosgrove, “and she was angry,” turning to Machado, “and I was happy — and these things need to sit together. It adds so much value because it’s always well rounded and it’s always all over the place and you can get what you want from it. This is us.”

“I want to be able to look at my shelf in 50 years and see a stack of these.” RODAISUN journals photographed for NicheMTL.

When it comes to retail acumen, RODAISUN again works against the grain, sometimes selling their journals, other times giving them away for free, but never really establishing a standardized price.

“We make money on our events” says Celebic. “But in terms of the product itself, I never want to say it costs this much. We’re kind of loose about it. Which is not really the best business practice. But it’s the backbone of the project. It’s to be free.”

Our discussion turns to the significance of publishing on the page. There is an apparent incongruity between the common mantra that print media are dying, and the enduring success of independent booksellers, the launching of hyperlocal magazines that cater to niche audiences, and the printed word’s general persistence.

I ask the three why making a magazine is so important, when it would be much easier, say, to start a Substack.

“So you can throw it in the garbage,” Celebic quips without missing a beat. “So you can rip it. So you can give it to someone. So you can…”

“…underline it,” Cosgrove says.

“Underline it,” Celebic repeats. “There’s a nowness about it.”

“It’s more intimate,” remarks Machado. “It gives us some breathing room. Because we are so different, not just in our individualities but in our art, it gives you space to breathe that you don’t have to be something. It’s like a virtual studio that ends up in print.”

“I want to be able to look at my shelf in 50 years and see a stack of these,” says Cosgrove, wagging their latest issue. “And to always be able to pull it out and show someone — my child or whatever. There’s no way I’m going to go on a website in 50 years. I’m never going to see that. I’d much rather pick something up. That’s what’s lasting in this world.”

“There are so many people who don’t live online.” RODAISUN photographed by Sophia Perras.

“It’s also nice that there’s a finite number that we’re printing,” Machado says. “You give them away, you sell them at a market, and then that work is gone. The release aspect of it actually really helps. Instead of it feeling like it’s infinitely sharable, it’s like, I’m out of copies. And then it’s the next month. It’s kind of a reset in a sense.”

Celebic concurs. “The physical thing is where you go to. It’s a space. Plus, a website is expensive. You pay for that every month and you’re like, I don’t go on it, I don’t interact with it. It’s important to have it for grant bodies, but you have to maintain a website also. You have to make it look trendy and make it clean. You don’t just build it and have it last for years. You have to update it. You have to have logos. A part of our political thing is that we want our grandmothers to read this. We want homeless people to read it. There are so many people who don’t live online.”

As they veer off on a tangent about the romantic appeal of looseleaf paper stapled together and doing DNA swabs on handmade objects that Thurston Moore might have touched, it becomes clear that RODAISUN represents all the things of value that artificial intelligence is incapable of replicating.

Connecting apparently disparate thoughts — often hilariously. Igniting the spark of linguistic spontaneity. Finishing each other’s sentences, not with pre-programmed ripostes but with just the right turn of phrase, sharpening and refining their endpoints like a new form of punctuation.

The banter continues for some time after our interview ends. RODAISUN inspires the reassurance that there will be no last word.◼︎

Cover image: From left: Iva Celebic, Emma Cosgrove, and Catherine Machado. Photographed by Sophia Perras for RODAISUN.

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Literary House Party: notes on yolk’s Two Readers and Music

In the corner of yolk literary journal editor-in-chief Curtis McRae’s Village apartment, poet Misha Solomon rises to stand.

“I was dissociating during my bio, as usual,” he says, glancing across the rows of people in folding or dining chairs and those leaning against walls or crouched close to the floor, the noise from Boulevard De Maisonneuve seeping through open windows along with the July breeze.

The crowd laughs and Solomon shuffles the papers in his hand and starts to recite. And with this, the new apartment series aptly entitled Two Readers and Music begins.

Organized by a small group of Montreal-based writers, and under yolk’s umbrella, the first iteration of the series, held on 9 July 2024, highlights Solomon, writer Alexander Manshel, and alternative-indie music duo Death Tennis.

Another author, Ellen Orme Adams, serves as emcee, introducing Solomon to kick off the reading with a mix of free-verse and rhymed poetry, followed by Death Tennis’s intimate set. Alexander Manshel, a seasoned writer and literature professor at McGill, concludes the reading with an excerpt from his current creative nonfiction project.

From left: Curtis McRae, host and editor-in-chief of yolk, with Marco Petrella and Talya Amira Gad of Death Tennis. Braedan Houtman for NicheMTL.

The planning for the series started two months ago around the kitchen table of Braedan Houtman, who works at Librairie De Stiil in the Plateau.

“At the bookshop, I realized there are various disparate literary communities in Montreal,” Houtman tells me. “I met a bunch of people within these communities and we wanted to connect them.”

Houtman’s dinner guests turned into organizers, including McRae, founder of yolk, Orme Adams, a freelance writer based in Montreal via Washington state, and David Connor, a novelist from New York who has called Montreal home for five years. Two Readers and Music aims to collect Montrealers and expats alike regularly under one roof, creating a distinct new literary scene in the city.

“All the people I love most in the world, I pulled them into one room so that they could connect, and that’s what happened,” says Houtman. “And then we came up with the idea for an event series.”

At the inaugural reading, one feels this pull-into-one-room sentiment. The proceedings are laid-back and informal, a lot like a cozy, hyper-literate house party. McRae greets each guest as they enter his apartment, offering a selection of beverages — wine, beer, water. One spot on his orange vinyl couch is designated with masking tape: “VIP SEATING — JOSH.”

Among Montreal readings, Two Readers and Music is in good company.

The series joins the biweekly, bilingual Accent Open Mic at Bar La Marche à Côté in the Plateau, organized by Cactus Press, the independent poetry series Nouveau Poem, hosted seasonally at Canadiana resto-bar Nouveau Palais in the Mile End, yolk’s own Egg-The-Poet readings, plus occasional events by poetry initiatives such as RODAISUN, the Encore Poetry Project, and a number of others.

Alexander Manshel, the second reader, in McRae’s kitchen between readings. Braedan Houtman for NicheMTL.

“I do feel like I’m witnessing a revival,” McRae, a native Montrealer, says of the local literary scene.

“There’s been a resurgence of energy. I’ve noticed more and more journals, events, and literary entities popping up, and I’m watching more series happen. I’m seeing a lot of familiar faces in the circuit, but simultaneously watching that circuit grow. It feels like it’s high time for somebody to start bringing people together.”

It seems the community wants this as well.

One attendee, Hana Woodbridge, moved to Montreal from Ottawa two years ago. She is among the first to arrive to Two Readers and Music after hearing about it through yolk’s website. “I will cancel my plans to go to a yolk event,” she declares.

“The more events I go to, the more comfortable I feel being present with other writers.”

Woodbridge tells me she has long been searching for a writing community in her new city. “I wouldn’t say I’ve found it, but I’m finding it,” she says.

“In some ways I feel like I’ve found a microcosm of it in this evening.”◼︎

The next event in the Two Readers and Music series takes place in August 2024. More information and dates, when announced, can be found at @yolkliterary.

Cover image: Misha Solomon photographed by Braedan Houtman for NicheMTL

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