Marie Wilson
Bio
Harper Collins published my novel "The Gorgeous Girls". My feature film screenplay "Sideshow Bandit" has won several awards at film festivals. I have a new feature film screenplay called "A Girl Like I" and it's looking for a producer.
Stories (83/0)
Walter Kist & the Seven Whorls Chapter 8
09/3/81 Dear A: In Barcelona, I met a guy who introduced me to Blue Curacao. In case you can’t guess, this liqueur originated on the island of Curacao. It’s made from the dried peels of a small bitter citrus fruit called laraha. Say that – laraha. Remember that blue is for the throat centre, so say it again – laraha. It sounds like a laugh and a song all rolled into one. A shot or two of Curacao and you’ll feel like a laugh and a song all rolled into one! In the photo: the guy’s nephew, Django.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Chapters
National Coming Out Day
Trans individuals are currently under attack by far-right organizations that are actively spreading disinformation about them. In the US, bans on trans healthcare are being passed into law, thereby seeking to eradicate trans folks altogether.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Pride
Walter Kist & the Seven Whorls - Chapter 7
August 22, 1981. Dear Kist, I can hardly wait to meet you in Toulouse. Toronto is a hot sticky town and I don’t know anyone here. I miss Vancouver, her mountains and ocean. Here, there are no mountains, just endless skyscrapers. And no salt water! Just a lake that isn’t safe to swim in. Remember how we used to dance in the rain? In this city the rain just blurs the ink in my diary.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Chapters
The True Story of a Maverick Canuck Track & Field Star
When we reach Anarchist Summit, my mother pulls over and stops the car. The view of the Okanagan Valley is magnificent but that's not what we're here for. My mother reaches beneath her seat and pulls out a twenty-sixer of rye and a small bottle of 7UP.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Humans
Walter Kist & the Seven Whorls Chapter 4
Fred Astaire glides into the studio in top hat, white tie and tails, as guests arrive for the Friday night social. But Fred is not quite himself: his pants are too short and his socks are mismatched - one blue, one argyle.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Chapters
Walter Kist & the Seven Whorls Chapter 2
After four weeks of training I was given three students: Mr. Spade, a young man who wore purple John Lennon specs; Mr. Gow who wore a black eye patch; and Mr. Scammel, a retired accountant who wore school-principal glasses, through which the pain of his recent divorce could easily be seen.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Chapters
Walter Kist & the Seven Whorls Chapter 6
Toronto. Aug. 4, 1981. Dear Kist, The service was last week and there was a wake at the Selby Hotel, a rundown Victorian manse where Hemingway once lived and my dad once drank with his sock cronies. The latter were all in attendance, all kind of rundown themselves, except for their socks, which you would like: preppy argyle and natty striped, all very savvy. I’ll try to get you some - you can mix and match.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Chapters
Walter Kist & the Seven Whorls Chapter 5
At precisely 7:05 on a sunny July morning, a dull boom sounded in the heart of downtown Vancouver, and a bird came fluttering out of a glassless window in the Devonshire Hotel. A hundred kilos of dynamite detonated in the elevator shaft and the mighty Dev collapsed in on itself like a clumsy giant whose legs had finally buckled beneath the weight of its history: love, death, cocktails.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Chapters