This is an historical novel based on the life of Rockwell Kent, an American painter from New York who spent a year and a half in Newfoundland from 1914-1915. He was a man who sometimes preferred to be a human being on a quest for the good life rather than be an artist. Now later in life, he looks...
Why oh why have I not read Michael Winter before now? I've got no excuse. Before I read this book, I'd had five, yes five, unread Michael Winter books languishing on my shelves. In fact, I denied myself the purchase of Donna Whalen for that reason. No sense in having six unread books.I'm not sure...
When Gabriel English’s partner Nell doesn’t come home from work one day, he connects with longtime friend David Twombly for a trip back to their hometown in Corner Brook, Newfoundland, where years back all their lives began to unravel with a tragic drowning. As the journey progresses, secrets are...
In the window a fan, he waved his hand at the screen. I walked in and looked up the white staircase, the plaster walls a little bashed, from the corners of moved furniture. The car looks good from above, he said. When Sok Hoon left he repainted and he did the painting himself, the walls a pastry ...
I took it as a personal insult. That the world was intruding upon the life I was living. Small union jacks were tilted out of bedroom windows. It was autumn. The war was a surprise — most of us did not know that it would come. But when it did we were alert to it and, of course, within minutes wha...
I grew up in Newfoundland but, to be honest, had not thought much about our time as an independent dominion and our effort to contribute to wars fought in Europe. The tall green war memorial in our capital city of St John’s is handy as a skateboard park. A Canadian writer, Norman Levine, who had ...
Who was she to him. What did he need and what did she need. Do we need people. Parents, offspring, census reports. Marry her. It felt reassuring, that he could muster up the protection a child would need and he would be fostering love, creating something that was not his own, but marshalling up a...