A relatively recent account on the life in New Toronto, this book is a fresh look into the live in the city through the daily lives and sorrows of its inhabitants. The Torontonians are the real places that locate us into the city of Joe Fiorito, as he tells stories of the Italians and their influence, the Polish granny who collects chestnuts in the park or the flower shop owner who has a Frank Sinatra framed picture with an unusual story.
Fiorito is well versed in the rhythm of Toronto, as he stroll regularly by foot on the streets to find new stories for the regular column he fills in for the Star. His prose is sharp, and his characters feel real and well representative of the cultural spectrum.
It is an unusual and unique way to approach the story of Toronto, and intrinsically, Fiorito knows that by focusing on the little people and their lives, in the many small boroughs, the true Toronto will be revealed. Because, even as he contends, the facets the 416 that came to be hated involve in many ways the ones that he doesn't mention - the rich and the powerful, and their high rises, because he views them in a way as a foreign agent with no real Toronto roots. ("I am not interested in those people, or where they came from, although I have a hunch they came here from some small town, perhaps yours")