It’s refreshing to read a novel set in the North that doesn’t use emphasize the “remoteness” or “harsh winters,” but rather the warmth to be found there.
I’ve become something of a scholar of novels written by people who’ve spent time in the Arctic. Not recommending this one.
Whoa! This book isn’t just about alcoholism: it’s about promiscuity, and the forces that drive it, and that’s something we just don’t talk about.
A historical novel imagines two eighteenth century lovers forced into exile in and around present day Whati.
In Joe Fiorito’s 2002 novel, a concert pianist runs away from the Toronto cultural scene and into the arms of a not-even-thinly disguised Bryan Pearson.
I enjoyed Mitiarjuk Nappaaluk's sketches of life in Arctic Quebec in the years and months before the first white men come to stay for good. The book also confounded me a little. Is it comedy? Tragedy? I have no way of knowing.
It’s not the North I had in mind when I started this blog, but I have to recommend this amazing work of fiction set in Russia’s Kamchatka peninsula.
Let the public rest assured: when a forty-plus-year-old novel is totally forgotten and remains obscure and hard to find, there’s a reason for that.
Somehow this book didn’t make a strong impression the first time I read it. Re-reading it, I was struck by its scale and scope, and completely drawn into the hopes and fates of its many characters. And it doesn’t get any better than that.
I loved nearly all of the short stories in Van Camp’s latest collection, but when I got to “Ehtsée/Grandpa," I was actually kind of blown away.