We’re excited to present a SPECIAL FEATURE with Jowita Bydlowska on Lars Von Trier’s controversial film Nymph()maniac Jowita asks: “Is a male director allowed to make a movie about feminism?” “Nymphomaniac”—an outdated term used to sum up a woman who likes to fuck. There are other words to describe this kind of woman such as “slut” or “whore.” We don’t have a better name for a woman who likes sex—although we have one for men, “Player,” which implies fun. Read More: NYMPH()MANIAC, A FEMINIST ALLEGORY
JOWITA BYDLOWSKA is a Toronto-based writer. Her first book, a memoir called Drunk Mom, (Doubleday Canada, 2013) was a national bestseller.

We’re excited to present a SPECIAL FEATURE with Jowita Bydlowska on Lars Von Trier’s controversial film Nymph()maniac

Jowita asks: “Is a male director allowed to make a movie about feminism?”

“Nymphomaniac”—an outdated term used to sum up a woman who likes to fuck. There are other words to describe this kind of woman such as “slut” or “whore.” We don’t have a better name for a woman who likes sex—although we have one for men, “Player,” which implies fun.

Read More: NYMPH()MANIAC, A FEMINIST ALLEGORY

JOWITA BYDLOWSKA is a Toronto-based writer. Her first book, a memoir called Drunk Mom, (Doubleday Canada, 2013) was a national bestseller.

FOR ONE MONTH ONLYTHE RUSTY TOQUE PRESENTS A FILM BY JOHN PAIZSWITH AN ESSAY BY JONATHAN BALL

2014 Fiction Chapbook Contest - The Rusty Toque


We’re pleased to announce The Rusty Toque’s first annual chapbook competition.

SUBMIT HERE: https://therustytoque.submittable.com/submit/27204

DEADLINE
June 1, 2014

JUDGE
Lee Henderson

PRIZES

1ST PLACE
$800 + chapbook publication
(e-book and print) + a fiction prize pack

FINALISTS
Up to 2 finalists will receive $50 + a fiction prize pack + an excerpt or story from their chapbook published online in Issue 7 or 8 of The Rusty Toque.

HONORABLE MENTIONS
Other notable entries will receive an honorable mention on our website.


ENTRY FEE
$15 per fiction chapbook submission (you may submit multiple times but must include the fee for each submission)

LENGTH
25 to 40 pages (can be stories, micro-fictions, or a longer short story)

ELIGIBILITY
This contest is open to all writers except Western University students, faculty, and staff. International submissions welcome.

Select stories may be previously published; however, the collection as a whole must be unpublished.


SUBMISSION GUIDELINES

  • Please submit and pay the $15.00 (Canadian dollars) reading fee through our online submission form. We do not accept hard copies.
  • Submissions are blind, so please ensure that your name does not appear on your document.
  • Indicate in your cover letter if any stories have been previously published and where and include a short bio.


2014 FICTION CHAPBOOK CONTEST JUDGE
- LEE HENDERSON
Lee Henderson has published two award-winning books with Penguin Canada—the story collection The Broken Record Technique and the novel The Man Game, which won the BC Book Prize and the Vancouver Book Prize in 2009. His essay on language extinction and corporate English was published in the anthology Finding the Words, edited by Jared Bland. Lee’s fiction and art writing is regularly published in The Walrus and Border Crossings magazine, and other short stories have appeared in numerous magazines and journals. He has curated exhibitions of contemporary art and experimental music and is an Associate Professor in Creative Writing at The University of Victoria.

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SPONSORS
The Rusty Toque’s 2014 Fiction Chapbook Competition is sponsored by The Canada Council, Western University with fiction prize packs from Coach House Books, BookThug, and Pedlar Press.

SUBMIT HERE: https://therustytoque.submittable.com/submit/27204

THE RUSTY TOQUE - ISSUE 5 POETRY BY JESSICA BEBENEK

THE RUSTY TOQUE - ISSUE 5
POETRY BY JESSICA BEBENEK


DEER

I wanted to write a poem about a deer
but by the time I got around to it,

I think it was probably already dead.
I guess that makes this an elegy.

I watched it through the chain-link fence
with my fingers clawed around the diamond-outline of its metal

etched body, darting through the crooks of electrical towers—
no, he was a stag—big, with antlers, and with ink—

deep eyes that I could look into and I would feel them
like he was looking into me and not bleating with his eyes shut.

He kept reeling around on his two back legs and his soft browns looked grey
like the grass and the pile of concrete cylinders to the right. His nose kept

spraying out these puffs of hot sleet and there was all this steam
coming off his back. I could see the meat

pulsing around his bones. I wanted to call someone to catch
him, help him, or—I wanted to grab someone’s

arms hard and tell them he needed help. I wanted to
press my palms flat on his wet, shaking body.

I wanted to help him. But instead he smacked
his hooves off a path of broken asphalt slabs

and disappeared down the drooping rows
of thick black cables.

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