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Davis Kovacs is a jazz trumpet player and a Yankee. He has been in Montréal since July, 2001. He taught English at various universities for eight years and received a Fulbright grant to Hungary in 2000. He is the editor, and author of Mexico by Hand (2008) Editorial Pathos. He has also published short stories, interviews, scholarly articles and journalism in various magazines and newspapers internationally.

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Écrit par: Davis

01 octobre 2009|

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Sometime ago, before the current financial crisis and credit crunch, I got into a heated argument with a Canadian friend about our countries’ respective banking systems. He was begrudging the fact that in Canada as he put it, “the banks have the right to make money.” As an American, I looked at him like he was a Cassandra. “Perhaps the banks have the right to make money in Canada,” I said, “but in the US they have the right to print money.”

Banking is banking in Canada, and making money is perfectly fine so long as you pay your tax and obey the law. Perhaps it is our proximity to the US that allowed us to have the proper distance to predominately say: HOGWASH to the American uber-derivitization of the banking culture. In the rest of the world however this American culture of outsized derivatives grew to permeate (and then explode) the banking world, and today we are all still picking up its shattered pieces.

There was a spectacular degree of leverage due to the rise of the derivative culture in the United States under George W. Bush, and even under Bill Clinton in the latter part of his tenure- especially when you figure in the credit default swaps marketed by the insurance industry. When the going was good, and people could flip their homes for capital gains, everyone got rich, including the government taxing those capital gains at a good clip; but when the price of housing came back to earth, the banks (and the US government) were not prepared. Because there was no actual money in the crooked (and today foreclosed) system.

I had an acquaintance in New York who was a very high up player in the derivatives game at Citibank. He broke it down for me in the following manner: He said that China needed the United States more than the United States needed China due to the fact that China held so much US debt. (I didn’t buy this-it seemed ridiculously simplistic). He told me that people are still coming to the United States to look for the American Dream, to look for the big house with the two-car garage. He said that people are still sacrificing their entire histories in order to pursue this dream, and that is why engineering these derivative products of mortgage securities made so much sense. He even got so crude as to say that people still go to see the silly movies about the American Dream, so this too could only mean that of course the derivatives based on the pursuit of the American Dream are bankable. He was globe-trotting to sell Citibank debt the world over with these lines about the infinite financial powers of Renee Zellweger and Jim Carrey.

That was three years ago. Citibank has since lost hundreds of billions of dollars (and counting), and needless to say, this man (a once highly regarded mathematician who graduated from the University of Chicago) no longer has a job.

As he told me when the Citibank ship was going down last year: “No one is safe.”

The hoopla today is that Canada has the healthiest banking system of any developed country. While this should be a source of pride for us, it makes one wonder, what is really going on in the rest of the world? Because things aren’t so great here in Canada. It’s difficult to get credit; if we try to save money, the interest that we earn in our savings account is paltry. Unemployment is high and rising yet the rest of the world is now (it was decided at the G20 meeting in Pittsburgh last week) trying to mimic the Canadian banking system, due to its apparent successes at weathering the storm. July´s GDP growth was non-existent. But when you look at this more closely, you realize just how bad it must really be out there in the rest of the developed world. (However it is true that Canada’s banks have not had the colossal losses and failures seen elsewhere.)

An interesting fact about the Canadian banking system is the following: Our system of negotiating and setting mortgage terms is the very same system used in the pre-Depression United States. Today the major difference between mortgage terms in the United States and in Canada for homeowners is the following: In the United States you can take out a fixed rate mortgage for up to and including 40 years. In Canada if you want to have a good interest rate on your debt, it’s generally not possible to go beyond a five-year term (amortized at up to 35 years) at a fixed rate, at which point you then have to renegotiate your mortgage with the interest rate of the present day. Furthermore, the interest you pay on your home mortgage is tax deductible in the US, which is not the case in Canada. Therefore the US incentivizes home ownership through leveraging the banking and tax system in its favor.

In Canada on the other hand, if you want to mortgage your home then it is your right, but you will have to be on your toes (due to the tax burden and short term interest rate) and the banks have more flexibility to be on their toes, too (due to the shorter mortgage terms)- certainly to a much greater extent than those banks in the United States locked into decades long (tax incentivized) deals with nearly all of their mortgager customers (the bulk of most banks’ businesses).

No, Canada never jumped ship from that original model, and in that the system is indeed conservative. Mortgaging is something that happens in geologic time and paradoxically, the shorter terms we use here, and the real tax burden serve to stretch out the home-ownership and mortgaging experience into something far more robust than the time machine model they have down south. This is why Canada never got carried away to the same lengths with uber-derivitization of the business culture seen in the US and elsewehere.

Indeed, some of our Canadian banks here were sold some of the bills of goods by Citibank et al. but none were big players in the shell game a la Iceland. And although the G 20 wants to mimic Canada’s system, it seems somehow too late for those other systems to go back- the cultures have changed. An argument can be made that no one is as civilized.

Like any large economy, Canada has fallen victim to some modern fraud. In many cases this fraud is egregious. However, going back to my argument with my Canadian friend, while there are cases of individual fraud in Canada, the larger systemic fraud that was the uber-derivatization of the business (and home-owning) culture in the United States and beyond was far more insipid and insidious than anything we’ve had to experience here in Canada, and for this we should be thankful, and (cautiously) proud.

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30 juillet 2009|

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timhortonsTim Hortons has opened fourteen stores in Manhattan and the writing is on the wall. This is how it all begins. This is how Canada reclaims Great Britain’s lost territory to the south after all these years. Don’t think the Queen isn’t privy to these important geopolitical developments. First we take Manhattan… then we take Berlin.

I’ve been to Tim Hortons in various parts of Canada, and it is like going into a Canadian government office, but a Canadian government office that works: it’s clean, it has doughnuts, it has hot coffee… delicious hot coffee. I like to do business at the Hortons because when you talk to Canadians about Tim Hortons they get a glint in their eye. “He was the Leafs’ iron horse, and he started so small,” they say. “And then… then Tim expanded. And now he’s HUGE… over 3000 locations…”. This usually followed by a grunt of pure Canadian pride. “It’s quite a legacy after having died so young.” (Tim died at 44 in a car accident.)

I like to do business at Tim Hortons because it is more than anywhere Canada’s public square. In this, the second largest country in the world (by area) yet one of the most sparsely populated countries in the world– a generally cold weather country—I can count on Tim Hortons for a comforting, fattening respite from the echo at the core of the collective Canadian soul. And I can always bank on encountering my fellow Canadian travelers there. For the Hortons is nothing more than a tricked-out lean-to– the modern simulacrum of those structures built by explorers for shelter throughout the great north woods. But it is also a bearhug: the sort of bearhug Horton was famous for on the ice– the sort of bearhug he would implement as he punched your guts out.

So take that, America. Six time zones, but always fresh. Tim (one of our greatest defensemen in the history of the game) knows what he’s doing. You’ll thank us later.

Écrit par: Davis

12 mai 2009|

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jazz1I was 21 when I first came across the record entitled Jazz at Massey Hall Live by “The Quintet”. On the sleeve of the LP, the liner notes said that this was the only time that these musicians (the be-bop virtuosos Bud Powell (piano), Charles Mingus (bass), Charlie Parker (alto sax), Dizzy Gillespie (trumpet), and Max Roach (drums)) had ever been recorded live together. I was anxious with anticipation when I first spun that LP and the record killed.

Jazz is a fight. Being on the bandstand is to fight to make yourself interesting and make the others interesting. This is the legacy for me of the Quintet’s performance– a one of a kind event that brands Toronto’s place in jazz history with a special and enigmatic quality of self defense in the face of the chaos of the universe.

Charlie Parker’s phrasing was inspired. Even though he had sold his brass saxophone for heroin and was playing a plastic one, each of his phrases stood alone as its own exhaustive statement. Dizzy Gillespie’s solos were in the pocket, but with his trademark calls to the wild, and sophisticated accidentals and glissandos. And as always, Dizzy surprised you with his endless vocabulary. Bud Powell’s voicings and frightfully sly rhythmic accompaniment (especially considering that he was just coming off of electric shock treatments at a sanitarium) on piano with Charles Mingus’s unmistakeable hard swinging bass sound and Max Roach’s solid, powerful, tasteful drumming made for a rhythm section that stamped this performance by jazz’s bepop titans a tour de force putting Toronto and Canada firmly on the obscure jazz map of my imagination.

Is jazz still fighting all these years later or has it become commercialized and neutered of its vitality by the mass market cannibalism of the music and communications industries? These musicians on that record innovated a whole new language with which we could understand modernity thorough individual agency and the diatonic instruments of classical music.

But does popular music need to be vital to matter anymore? Or does it simply need to shock or provide a balm? That night of the concert there was a prize fight between Rocky Marciano and Jersey Joe Walcott which everyone, including Dizzy, wanted to watch. Musicians and audience members wandered out to check on the fight at the bar across the street. But the concert of the Quintet Live at Massey Hall was far more significant than that forgettable fight (Marciano won by knockout in the first round). “The Quintet” christened jazz as the martial arts of music, founding of a new form of expression featuring discipline, humility, restraint and respect in its philosophy of combat.

The Quintet Live at Massey Hall celebrates its 56th anniversary on May 15th.

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14 avril 2009|

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Canadian national identity is a much ballyhooed (does Canadian national identity exist?) subject in our pop culture, but to my mind there has always been something that unites Canada. And it is not Molson beer. The true North strong and free: danger, responsibility, risk, and reward.

I know. Last week I was skiing past some bear prints in the snow in the Chic Choc mountains in the Haute Gaspesie with a friend when the weather came in unexpectedly, a bank of fog at the top of Mont Des Loupes. I read the map with my best navigating skills, and a compass, but the map was not declinated to magnetic north, it was simply declinated to grid north and our calculation in descent was slightly off. (Also, the map was published in 2004 and due to global warming the mountain gods had let the beard grow out turning what was tundra on the map into boreal forest: another missing declination.) So what had become an error of feet quickly turned into an error of degrees.

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30 mars 2009|

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When the archaeologists come and dig up the land where Davis Kovacs comes from, they will find that cars and Bruce Springsteen lived there.

I grew up on the front lines of the Cold War, a child presented with the prospect of nuclear annihilation as a certain eventuality; thus, my most comforting pre-pubescent evenings were those when I was able to tune in the French radio from Québec broadcasting the Canadiens games through to my digital alarm clock perched at the side of my bed in the suburbs of New York City.

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Écrit par: Davis

20 janvier 2009|

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When I went to Auschwitz I was only 21. I took the train from Budapest to Kraków and then from Kraków I took a bus – an excursion tour to Auschwitz. The tour began with a visit to the ovens at the original Auschwitz. There were two ovens and the ovens fit one body each. It was mind-boggling but the presentation was oddly sterile and genteel. Auschwitz looked surprisingly well-kempt and nicely organized. I would later read in the brilliant book THIS WAY FOR THE GAS LADIES AND GENTLEMAN by Tadeusz Borowski, a onetime capo at Auschwitz II, that Auschwitz I was the much envied sister camp, where the Germans

amaintained the pretty Jewish girls whom they put to work as prostitutes.

At Auschwitz I, the buildings were constructed of brick and the camp had held up well over the forty years. But it is when I went to Auschwitz II, the “optional” part of the tour, a few miles away, that I saw the true enormity of the horror: The five crematoria, the vast train station within the camp where the extermination selections were made, the countless burned out wooden barracks where prisoners feigned sleep crammed together in their huddled, courageous, petrified masses. At Auschwitz II these structures were more like shoddy chicken coups than anything suited for human habitation.

There I entered one of the many gas chambers where the Nazis unthinkably dropped poison pellets over a people they had told they would be showering. Murdered by chemical weapon like bankable slaughter (gold teeth were removed and melted down) after toiling to starvation under a banner of Arbeit Macht Frei, these souls were the victims of 2000 years of anti-semitism, victims of the worst kind of cruelty the human heart has ever known.

I am but an aimless tourist, an unwilling heir to this crime, yet still today I am haunted from having ambled into the gas chamber that afternoon to look up at the little poison holes, the light streaming in.

The three videos of Holocaust survivors posted here are remarkable. As haunting as the gas chamber was for me, these stories are as inspiring. To understand the trajectories of Marcel, Rosa and Musia is to understand the strength of the human spirit. To witness the dignity inherent in the ascent from such a thoroughly compromised position is to gain access to a trajectory that represents a much broader spectrum of humanity than my generation of Canadians (all of us cocooned in our protective shells) has had the opportunity to experience.

And perhaps this is the most important lesson from these videos: Musia repeats here what Borowski immortalized in that book. That already in Auschwitz Kanada [sic.] had the reputation of being that warm, permeable cocoon which could provide a welcome to refugees of all kinds— giving them quarter, a space to grow. If we are to judge from the sentiments in these videos, we might indeed come to this same conclusion: that Canada may very well be the safest harbor in the maelstrom that is this Earth’s chaos.

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