Permafrost Makes the Heart Grow Stranger in a Haunted Snow Globe

By A. O. SCOTT
Published: June 13, 2008

By A. O. SCOTT
Published: June 13, 2008
After seeing “My Winnipeg,” Guy Maddin’s odd and touching tribute to his hometown, I was tempted to do some further research. A few minutes at Wikipedia or the official Web site of the province of Manitoba would surely clarify some of the curious claims Mr. Maddin, the only famous Winnipeg native I can name off the top of my head, makes about the city.
For instance: Is there really a municipal law against throwing away old signs? Does Winnipeg indeed have two separate taxi companies, one working the major streets, the other confined to the back alleys? Were some of the streets named after well-known prostitutes and brothel owners? Did horses, fleeing a fire in the 1920s, actually freeze to death in the river, their icebound heads providing props for skaters? Is it true that the city fathers used to sponsor an annual treasure hunt in which first prize was a one-way ticket out of town? More