Beautifully written. Full of gorgeous imagery - painting the scenes in my mind’s eye. Haunting and lyrical, with shades of the fairy tale (evil grandmother). And the quarry, the central element, both literally and metaphorically… the pit, the prey, the search, the window.
A tale of grief, it starts off as a seemingly happy family story - happy summer days lazing about - but right off the bat there is an underlying hint of malevolence, of something not quite right… something brooding… Mom and her cancer, the mystery of the parent’s marriage/elopement… something else, something darker in the background perhaps?
I love her use of language - the spareness - like an Alice Munro short story. Every sentence, every word, so carefully crafted.
And beyond the details, the way descriptive passages play into - shed light on - what she wants to leave us with, what she wants to say about family, and memory, and grief.
It’s also, unabashedly, a love letter to Southern Ontario… from Southampton and Owen Sound (Harrison Park!), all the way down to Grimsby and the Niagara Escarpment… and McMaster!
And it is a brilliant little period piece… true to its time… from the music to the hair products (who doesn’t remember Timotei commercials… OMG!! The horror!) and Donny and Marie, Black Russians and Brown Cows, Johnnie Carson and Joan Rivers, or the Olde Hide House (it’s worth the drive to Acton, p173… OMG! It’s still there and they still use the same slogan). And, then, there’s Hagar (as in The Stone Angel)... Really? What’s not to love?