by Nigel Scotchmer | Stories
Chapter 1 India This is the story of my sister Lakshmi. She is two minutes older than I am. The story starts on a chilly morning in early January, and we were high up on the ramparts of the great Merangarh Fort. I will never forget the day. That was the day Lakshmi...
by Nigel Scotchmer | Essays
A Tonic for the Age The Ironist is an open forum to encourage discussion and reflection upon the written word and the world around us to promote critical analysis. Irony, “the recognition of incongruities” (Cleanth Brooks), is a tool that permits...
by Nigel Scotchmer | Stories
Yes, I do like to vomit upon the carpet under the piano. Of course it is much harder to clean there than it is to clean vomit off the linoleum in the kitchen. Why else would I do there – if not to make them get on their hands and knees? It is obvious that the...
by Nigel Scotchmer | Essays
It is a supreme irony that the Ontario public school system, at least in its Peel District school board, should fall victim to wokeist activists of the ‘cancel culture’ persuasion, militants unrepresentative of Canadian majority opinion. Recent news reports of a...
by Nigel Scotchmer | Essays
If all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, it makes Jill pretty boring, too. If truth be told, those workaholics Mr. and Mrs. Jack are tedious company, as well. So obsessed has our society become with work, usually paid work, that its antithesis, play, has become...
