Ha!: A Self-Murder MysteryMcGill-Queen's Press - MQUP, 07.10.2003 - 864 Seiten On 15 March 1977, with his wife's consent, celebrated writer and former terrorist Hubert Aquin blew his brains out on the grounds of a Montreal convent school. Shocked by this self-murder, a filmmaker friend feels compelled to understand why Aquin killed himself - and discovers, at the heart of the tragedy, an unforgettable love story. A "documentary fiction" - a category which includes In Cold Blood and The Executioner's Song - HA! is a seminal work that reinvents the audio-visual revolution of the last century. Interweaving photographs, documents, and images with testimony from Aquin's friends and contemporaries, Aquin himself, and the writers and artists who influenced him, this intriguing novel takes the reader on a Joycean tour of a metropolis in the midst of political and cultural turmoil. |
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... face. I thought he was the parent of one of our pupils – he had greying hair – coming to pick up his daughter at recess, which occurs at quarter after two. He hesitated, apparently undecided which way to go. Then he stepped on the gas ...
... face. I thought he was the parent of one of our pupils – he had greying hair – coming to pick up his daughter at recess, which occurs at quarter after two. He hesitated, apparently undecided which way to go. Then he stepped on the gas ...
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... face at all. I think it must have been so grossly ... It's certainly his head that sticks out in my mind as far as the mess of it all. I did look at his chest for a split second and saw no movement, and that was enough to confirm the ...
... face at all. I think it must have been so grossly ... It's certainly his head that sticks out in my mind as far as the mess of it all. I did look at his chest for a split second and saw no movement, and that was enough to confirm the ...
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... face the avenue. His right arm is flung out towards the wooded embankment that girdles the laneway, the fingers of his right hand curled to a claw that is suspended a few centimetres off the ground. The mahogany stock of a shotgun rests ...
... face the avenue. His right arm is flung out towards the wooded embankment that girdles the laneway, the fingers of his right hand curled to a claw that is suspended a few centimetres off the ground. The mahogany stock of a shotgun rests ...
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... face of Aquin's nine-year-old son Emmanuel, and by his widow Andrée, who is grave but composed. To those who venture to ask her the question on everyone's mind – “Why did he do it?” – she gives general replies: “Out of work for months ...
... face of Aquin's nine-year-old son Emmanuel, and by his widow Andrée, who is grave but composed. To those who venture to ask her the question on everyone's mind – “Why did he do it?” – she gives general replies: “Out of work for months ...
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... face, unforgettable in fact, and iron-grey hair that was thick and combed flat ... He had delicate joints, and was on the whole rather hairless, with a fine, soft skin ... That's all I can say. sheppard: How much did he weigh? andrée ...
... face, unforgettable in fact, and iron-grey hair that was thick and combed flat ... He had delicate joints, and was on the whole rather hairless, with a fine, soft skin ... That's all I can say. sheppard: How much did he weigh? andrée ...
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