Stephen Marche

5 days ago | businessandamerica.com | Stephen Marche

Sign up for Trump’s Return, a newsletter featuring coverage of the second Trump presidency. The idea of a war between Canada and the United States was inconceivable even a few months ago. Most Americans still don’t believe it’s a possibility, or simply haven’t noticed their president’s occupationist rhetoric, or can’t imagine a world in which a neighbor they have been at peace with for 150 years is suddenly an enemy. The very idea seems completely absurd.

6 days ago | independent.co.uk | Stephen Marche

CommentAs Donald Trump and the British prime minister declare victory after agreeing on a trade deal, Canadian author and commentator Stephen Marche says the brutal truth is that it leaves Britain more vulnerable than ever Starmer called it a “fantastic, historic” day, but while he and Donald Trump were busy praising their plan as a “breakthrough deal”, the details were still hazy.

1 week ago | theatlantic.com | Stephen Marche

The idea of a war between Canada and the United States was inconceivable even a few months ago. Most Americans still don’t believe it’s a possibility, or simply haven’t noticed their president’s occupationist rhetoric, or can’t imagine a world in which a neighbor they have been at peace with for 150 years is suddenly an enemy. The very idea seems completely absurd. But Canada does not have the luxury of dismissing White House rhetoric as trolling.

2 weeks ago | airmail.news | Stephen Marche

The first impression America gave me was gentle carelessness. We were driving down from Canada to visit family friends in Texas sometime in the mid- to late 1980s, and a young border patrol agent at a booth, crouched over a newspaper, leaning back in his chair, carelessly waved my family’s station wagon across without looking up. You didn’t even need a passport to enter the United States until I was 33. You need clear eyes at the border today.

3 weeks ago | theguardian.com | Stephen Marche

The first impression America gave me was gentle carelessness. We were driving down from Canada to visit family friends in Texas sometime in the mid- to late 1980s, and a young border patrol agent at a booth, crouched over a newspaper, leaning back in his chair, carelessly waved my family’s station wagon across without looking up. You didn’t even need a passport to enter the United States until I was 33. You need clear eyes at the border today.