Remembering Bruce McCall, Satirist and Compleat Canadian | The New Yorker

Not having Bruce here to shock and appall (and, secretly, to delight) with such praise is part of the grief of losing him. All we can do is continue to look at his utterly inimitable visions—at the lonely polar explorers sharing an abandoned Antarctic opera house with a pair of disconsolate penguins—and be grateful that he came south to astonish us