Lorna Jackson – författare

Lorna Jackson's characters earn every scrap of comfort they get, sexual and otherwise. In the title story of Dressing for Hope, a bar singer finds her "future is getting crowded" when two ex-lovers turn up at the Hope Hotel to catch her gig, a third is on his way, and #2 gives her a phone message from #4. From the tiny stage, she notices the Harley women. "I admire how every step and glance is a sexual act. Their nail polish is libido. They wear tri-coloured rosebud tattoos in places I barely wash. They are as alert as I am to the mood of the room and pass through." "Round River" uses Paul Bunyan yarns to ease communication among a newcomer to a BC logging town, her lumberman lover Duff, and his very attractive 20-year-old son. Her deeply rooted inner conflicts almost sour the three-way relationship. But Duff finds the centre of peace and understanding for them all in a metaphor of work. "My father used to say, 'Hand-falling trees was so quiet,' but I've done it, too, and I know there's no difference. ... The bounce of timber hitting dirt is loud no matter how it was cut or who cut it."

The first book to explore a woman’s way of watching hockey.

In a steadfastly selfish and dishonestly original voice, the narrator’s sole project is to get closer to herself by inching nearer to the people who matter most to her, but to whom she means nothing. In Flirt: The Interviews, Lorna Jackson has unleashed something new onto the world of literature, a series of short linked fictions exploring love and fame and longing, and the language we use to express them. The book might be a long comic essay on adolescent grief, or an essay on creativity, but mostly it’s a collection of short fictions meant to mock real interviews and to question the sort of information we find in them.

Cold-cocked is the first book to explore a woman's way of watching the game poet Al Purdy called a "combination of ballet and murder." Written by author and born-again hockey aficionado Lorna Jackson, Cold-cocked looks at hockey through a woman's eyes and heart but is written with a sportswriter's energy and rigor and a hip cultural critic's cynicism and wit.