Robin Benger is a sixty-two-year-old documentary filmmaker in Toronto who has been escaping messy endings—the end of the British Empire, the end of apartheid, the end of winter, the close of play—assiduously and instinctively for years. But The End will get him in the end. Serves him right.
Canada was eliminated from the contest at the outset, after such a dismal performance that the team name became synonymous with tanking, as in, “Singh is playing like a Canadian today.” —Stephanie Nolen, the Globe and Mail, March . . .