On Esplanade Avenue on the eastern flank of Jeanne Mance Park – which Mordecai Richler would have known, in another time, as Fletcher’s Field – there is an old triplex with a green door, right by the corner of Duluth. My great-grandfather owned it. When Mordecai was a boy, the Richlers were my great-grandfather’s tenants. This was before they had moved to St. Urban, of course. Mordecai, my great-uncles, and my grandmother would have played together as children.
Today, July 3rd, is the anniversary of Mordecai’s death.
I remember the day he died. Somebody in the CJAD newsroom suggested they call me, that perhaps, given my education, I’d be a good resource. The former Quebec City Bureau Chief – a top-notch reporter who would go on to become a priest in the Anglican Church – called me at home. “Dan, Mordecai Richler’s died and we thought maybe you’d know whom…
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