Chapter 27 of Hal Niedzviecki's new novel, The Archaeologists, serialized in Geist and four other Canadian literary magazines.

Two motions with the knife, across the throat below the gills and along the bare length of the belly, like a Catholic crossing himself before a meal.

Chapter 22 of Hal Niedzviecki's new novel, The Archaeologists, serialized in Geist and four other Canadian literary magazines.

So how can we be Québécois if we don’t live in Québec? Well, for the love of all that’s holy, where the hell do we live, then?

The wind blows. The sun dwindles. The ice waits.

Chapter 17 of Hal Niedzviecki's new novel, The Archaeologists, serialized in Geist and four other Canadian literary magazines.

Leonard Cohen, a troupe of French-Canadian clowns, a person with an antiquated profession, an unusually tall municipal bureaucrat, Gordie Howe and others coalesce in these randomly generated CanLit premises.

Chapter 12 of Hal Niedzviecki's new novel, The Archaeologists, serialized in Geist and four other Canadian literary magazines.

"He had white hair at every angle, a paunch, and he didn’t bathe much. Colleagues joked about the Leonard Condensate, one whiff of which reduced matter into muck."

Chapter 7 of Hal Niedzviecki's new novel, The Archaeologists, serialized in Geist and four other Canadian literary magazines.

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The Boss lady wants the Wississauga Cable TV Community News team to loosen up, play the field and put on a show—the second installment of Hal Niedzviecki's new novel, The Archaeologists, serialized in Geist and four other Canadian literary magazines.

Uncle Tom lies in St. Paul’s Emergency pacemaker jumping like a sockeye salmon while he teaches two nurses four verses of Danny Boy.

"I follow my penis around town for a while, wandering aimlessly through all the women—why do I ever leave this city?"

"I don’t read them—I don’t have time; I scan them. The title explains it all: I don’t read."

"Perhaps it was necessary to dissect human beings, to slice into their flesh, before one could begin to understand them."

"The chance to put my Credit and Collections Management experience to work for your company is something I am willing to die for."

"We stood back and watched. In the glare of the headlights it looked like a wolverine dancing on a carcass."

"You know what I think it's worth?" Goldie said. "Fifteen bucks for the frame."

"We saw the dust before we saw the men. They came from the south, that’s what we were told. We’d been told many things that year."

"I am forever surprised by the fact that time passes more speedily between mountains than it does out on the prairie..."

“Sanaaq! Qumaq’s blood is too weak and the same is true for Aanikallak’s. They’ll both have to go to hospital!” From Sanaaq by Mitiarjuk Nappaaluk, the first ever Inuit novel.

"The waiting room was filled with junkies. During my visit, the doctor almost fell asleep. He sent me for some tests, but lost the results."