A grudging three stars. Three stars is too high, but two stars is unfair. Narrative non-fiction can be a good entry into biography and history. A writer with good research and writing skills for a popular, non-academic audience can reach a wider audience. It hat is what this book is aiming for. It is an interesting read, even if it makes Joseph Tyrrell out to be a bit of an obnoxious jerk. Perhaps he was. I’m from Alberta, and Tyrrell is held in pretty high regard here, even if truthfully, nobody really knows anything about him. Regarded, we named out best known museum, The Royal Tyrrell Museum of Palaeontology for him, even though he wasn’t a palaeontologist and botched the excavation of his major find, nearly destroying it in the process and neglecting to record the location. Sigh. Anyways, the book is decent. The author uses language that seems overly familiar, calling Joseph Tyrrell “Joe”, George Mercer Dawson “Little Doc”, and Senator Sir James Lougheed “Jimmy”, and that bothered me. I’m also not sure if the author really gets George Dawson’s adherence to the anti-evolution beliefs of his father correct. The book portrays Dawson as being opposed to Darwin’s theories, but in reality, Dawson studied under Darwin’s protégés and was, to my understanding, an earlier advocate of evolutionary theory in Canada, to the point where it caused friction with his father. The book seems fairly well researched, but I wonder if the author is too reliant on Tyrrell’s primary documents, to the point that she is unquestionably adopting Tyrrell’s views on his colleagues. The author notes that Joseph Tyrrell is an enigma and it is difficult to separate his real life from the legend. Unfortunately, entertains though it is, I don’t think this book makes any inroads towards unraveling that enigma.