As a child in the 1950s, Curtis meets his blind Aunt Harriet and sees a Tom Thomson oil painting hanging on the wall. But it is the nude sketch of his aunt as a young woman hanging next to it that captures his attention. So begins his virtual obsession with the life of his aunt, her artistic lover, and the lover's intersections with the Group of Seven. The novel travels back and forth in time, as Curtis reads diary entries aloud to his aunt, pursues his interest in her personal history, and gradually comes to terms with his life as a gay man. The tone of the novel has a kind of Group-of-Seven quality too--pensive, evocative, and wide-horizoned--but the denouement drags the reader into the visceral gut-punch of a Goya. This is a lovely, thoughtful, and creative novel, well worth your time.