One of Prime Minister Brian Mulroney’s shrewder actions in his term in office has been to organize regular annual meetings with the United States President. As Maclean's Washington Bureau Chief Marci McDonald makes clear in this week’s cover story, although Mulroney and Ronald Reagan struck up a strong personal relationship at their Quebec summit only last March, already a bewildering array of problems has arisen between the two countries.
I must take exception to your jingoistic comment about Saudi Arabian Oil Minister Sheik Ahmed Zaki Yamani’s “economic war” (“Yamani’s nasty war,” From the Editor’s Desk, March 3). If it was okay for us to sock it to the Saudis before 1973, when Aramco, a large American oil company, held a monopoly on Saudi oil production, why is it not okay for the Saudis to play the same game with us now?
DIED: Actor Ray Milland, 79, who won a best-actor Oscar for his portrayal of a tormented alcoholic in the 1945 film The Lost Weekend; of cancer, in Torrance, Calif. Milland had been a jaunty leading man before he surprised the film industry by taking on the role of a drunken novelist on a three-day drinking spree in Weekend—the first Hollywood film to treat alcoholism as a serious subject.
After 18 months as minister of Indian affairs and northern development, David Crombie has met with virtually all Indian groups in Canada—usually on their own turf. Crombie, 49, has also travelled widely in the Canadian Arctic and visited Greenland.
Their name, in the ancient Amharic language of Ethiopia, means “outcasts.” And for centuries that was what the Falashas had been. But last year the world learned of Ethiopia’s lost tribe of black Jews when many of them were secretly flown to Israel.
After five lean years Canadian golfer Jim Nelford had only just begun to relish the rewards of playing on the demanding Professional Golfers Association (PGA) tour. A regular on the exclusive circuit since 1978, the handsome Burnaby, B.C., native managed to win $111,932 in 1983 and place 50th.
A black writer and his wife went to see The Color Purple recently and left the theatre ripping mad. Oh, yes, the movie made them laugh and perhaps sniff a little, too, but any decent melodrama might have accomplished as much. Indeed, it was the surfeit of phony emotions and one-dimensional characters—of scenes too pretty and lines too familiar—that sent the couple into the street registering their objections with operatic gusto.
On Washington’s Pennsylvania Avenue, the spacious boulevard that links the White House with the alabaster-domed Capitol, the vista of U.S. government buildings is interrupted by a barren $5-million lot that has lain undeveloped for eight years.
The pattern was familiar. For the second consecutive year the Canadian government had proclaimed acid rain to be a key issue in summit talks between Prime Minister Brian Mulroney and President Ronald Reagan. And as in the last meeting a year ago in Quebec City, officials at the Canadian Embassy in Washington and in the Prime Minister’s Office watched the meeting draw near without any commitment from the White House on one of Canada’s most pressing environmental problems.
When Michael Deaver left his post as Ronald Reagan’s deputy chief of staff last May after five years, the President’s master image-maker hired a White House decorator to set the tone of his new Washington public relations business. The result is a luxurious Georgetown office suite with a view all the way to the Lincoln Memorial.
On the walls of a sun-dappled corner office overlooking the heart of Washington, rows of photographs trace a legal career that has spanned a half century. Signed tributes from Eleanor Roosevelt and former vice-president Hubert Humphrey catalogue the cases that have made Joseph Rauh one of America’s most distinguished civil rights lawyers.
More than two feet high, the red letters flash on the giant screen: “Is North America Under Attack?” About 1,700 feet underground, in a hollowed-out mountain in the Colorado Rockies, the commander-in-chief of the North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) and his battle staff prepare to answer that question.
For a gang with a reputation for ruthless efficiency, it was a curiously lax operation. Last November a member of Montreal’s biggest cocaine trafficking syndicate parked a rented Oldsmobile Sierra in the underground garage of a downtown apartment block, then walked off leaving the car keys dangling from the trunk.
The scene itself was incongruous: a 62-year-old senator seated on a burgundy leather chair amid the portraits of monarchs in the Senate foyer, a sleeping bag and three bottles of mineral water at his side, threatening to starve himself over the cancellation of a government youth program.
When reporters crowded into Parliament’s Railway Committee Room last week for an advance look at a long-awaited study of waste and inefficiency in almost 1,000 federal government programs, they encountered the kind of elaborate security usually reserved for federal budgets.
Judi Johnston stood at the microphone in Montreal’s cavernous Palais des Congrès and delivered an unapologetic warning to Prime Minister Brian Mulroney. “Don’t be wishy-washy,” the Vancouver university student said at last week’s Conservative party national convention.
Like Swedes, whose prime minister, Olof Palme, was assassinated last month, Canadians have recently learned that even peaceful nations can be the victims of political violence. Last year terrorists gunned down a guard at the Turkish Embassy in Ottawa, a bomb scare threatened Toronto’s transit system, and an explosion—likely caused by a terrorist bomb—destroyed an Air-India jet, killing 329 people, most of them Canadians.
Omar Marczynski was angry. Shopping at a supermarket in Curitiba, a city in southern Brazil, he realized that the store had raised its prices in defiance of President José Sarney's freeze. "In the name of President Sarney," Marczynski thundered, "I declare this supermarket closed."
In the high-spirited aftermath of the flight of their former leader, the new Philippines government last week continued to assess its losses— the riches that are still in the grip of Ferdinand Marcos. The figures were high: as much as $14 billion worth of real estate, art, jewelry and other holdings, an amount equivalent to almost 40 per cent of the country’s national debt.
Since he was first elected mayor of New York City in 1977, Ed Koch has been best known for his energy, political instinct and his trademark phrase, “How’m I doin’?” But last week it became clear to New Yorkers that Koch, after nearly 10 weeks of revelations of municipal scandal which began with a bizarre incident on an urban expressway, was not doing very well at all.
The speech by Chile’s most powerful opposition leader was billed as a tribute to the citizens of Haiti and the Philippines who forced their tyrannical leaders into exile. But the real target was clearly much closer to home. Christian Democratic party chief Gabriel Valdés did not directly attack Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet in an address to party members last week.
The mourners assembled from around the world to pay their final respects to a fallen colleague and brother. Some 600 foreign heads of state, dignitaries and personal friends gathered in Stockholm's city hall last week for the funeral of Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme, felled by an unknown assassin's bullet Feb. 28.
Last month CBC television reported that the federal government and four provinces had turned down a request from the Bank of British Columbia for an $800-million investment package. Then, Roy Palmer, a respected bank analyst with the Toronto brokerage firm of Alfred Bunting & Co. Ltd., made disparaging comments about the bank’s method of computing its $7.5-million net income last year.
Hugh Brown: He is known as “the hedger” because he endlessly mulls over his research. Brown, a 17-year veteran at Burns Fry Ltd. in Toronto, has a well-earned reputation as the top analyst studying banks and trust companies—a field that one money manager called the most over-analysed sector in Canada.
The goal was simple. It was to tell foreign investors that Canada wanted their ideas, their expertise—and their money. Last week 300 investors from 27 countries met for three days with about 700 Canadian executives and government officials at a high-level investment and trade conference called Opportunities Canada.
For 27 years William Kennett worked in bureaucratic anonymity, rising through the trade and finance areas of the federal public service until 1977, when he was appointed inspector general of banks under the minister of finance. Then, last year, Kennett was suddenly thrust into a political maelstrom when two Alberta-based banks collapsed.
The ultimate importance of Expo 86 may have little to do with the fair itself. The British Columbia government and a determined group of Vancouver business leaders are planning to exploit the world event to recruit visiting Pacific Rim executives into founding a thriving international financial centre.
For five years Dada Lorenzana held one of the most sought-after jobs in Philippine journalism. As an anchorwoman for the Manilabased television network Channel 4, her face was known to viewers throughout the sprawling, 7,100-island Pacific archipelago.
With only its running lights showing, the USS Preserver slipped into port at Cape Canaveral, Fla., last week carrying grim reminders of the space tragedy that stunned an entire nation on Jan. 28. The 213-foot U.S. navy salvage vessel carried a coffin which contained some of the remains of the seven astronauts who died when the space shuttle Challenger exploded.
As the spacecraft Giotto hurtled toward the core of Halley’s comet last week, scientists at the European Space Agency’s control centre in Darmstadt, West Germany, strained to describe the extraordinary images flickering on their video screens.
The mood in the offices and laboratories at Burroughs Wellcome Co. was unmistakably optimistic late last week. Officials of the North Carolina-based pharmaceutical firm said that they had taken a dramatic first step toward finding a drug to control the killer disease AIDS (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome).
Ken McCreath, CBC Radio’s national bureau chief in Ottawa, reported from Brian Mulroney’s postbudget swing through the West that the Prime Minister was seeking to escape the Ottawa press corps in hopes of faring better at the hands of a less critical regional press.
Actress/restaurateur Mariel Hemingway, 24, says that the name of the Manhattan bistro, Sam’s Café, she coowns with her husband of 13 months, Stephen Crisman, 36, comes from Crisman’s nickname for her. Says Hemingway: “He didn’t know who I was when we met.
After many delays, intense lobbying and a dispute that divided the federal cabinet, the Conservative government last week approved the controversial takeover of publisher Prentice-Hall Canada by the U.S. conglomerate Gulf + Western Industries (G+W).
As the opening credits for Toby McTeague roll up the screen, a tiny bush plane floats above the snowbound mountains of northern Quebec. The blue sky seems limitless, oceanic. Suddenly, the picture cuts to ground level and the screen is filled with a barking husky dog whose strangely hypnotic eyes are the same electric blue as the sky.
Although their lives suffer from unbelievable turmoil, the characters in Just Between Friends remain surprisingly dull. Sandy Dunlap (Christine Lahti), an ambitious but lonely television newswoman, has an affair with a married seismologist, Chip Davis (Ted Danson).
Somewhere inside Joy Fielding lies a serious Canadian writer struggling to escape the gilded cage of her own fiction. Fielding, author of such best-selling bathos as The Other Woman and Kiss Mommy Goodbye, has tended to imprison herself in predictable plots involving adultery and child abduction that hardly improve her chances for freedom.
One of the nine promotional comments on the cover of the new Canadian paperback original describes it as a “novel of high-tech horror.” The claim is well-founded. Certainly, Dreamland is novel in the sense of being different—a rare Canadian venture into the horror form by Toronto writer Garfield Reeves-Stevens, author of the 1981 horror novel Blood-shift.
The two deaths stunned a small Cape Breton community, and they have increased concern about the quality of health care on the Nova Scotia island. On Dec. 3, 1983, two days after her family doctor removed her tonsils and adenoids in a nearby hospital, six-year-old Diana Strickland of Sydney Mines died in Halifax, where she had been taken for emergency treatment.
A House Full of Love is much more than a soundtrack for Bill Cosby’s popular television series. Still, the music, recorded with jazz saxophonist Grover Washington Jr. and a group of select session players, does pleasantly capture the show’s breezy spirit.
The film’s animated stars, a gaptoothed man and his cross-eyed wife, are deadlocked in a game of Scrabble. They both have nasty habits. As they play, she removes her eyes and rattles them around in her hand; he slices up the furniture with a saw.
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