David Giuliano, The Undertaking of Billy Buffone. (Sudbury: Latitude 46, 2021). (Full disclosure: Twenty-six Mile House is a thinly fictionalized version of my hometown.) Rapid-paced and compelling, this novel is about two remote settlements on the North Shore of Lake Superior, one a fairly recent pulp-mill town, the other its nearby Indigenous neighbour. It is about victims and survivors of a highly-placed pedophile, now dead and gone. It’s about facing the traumatic truths and strategic survival fictions of that past (and others), about recovering one’s essential self, about moving on in hope, and about inevitable loss. Above all, it’s about forgiveness. The novel proceeds steadily toward spring and an Easter-time regeneration that is both joyous and sobering. Matthew, the narrator, who participates in the present from a world beyond the grave, takes us sensitively through profound encounters between best friends and lovers, both settler and indigenous. He uncovers stunning revelations. Billy himself, a deep well of secrets, has become the town’s funeral director, and his personal journey is at the novel’s centre. Giuliano has a sharp and caring eye for characters who matter deeply. He writes bravely, with telling and often graphic detail, and with deep love for the dark boreal hills and pounding rocky shores of Lake Superior, and for the people, settler and native, who endure there. Definite yes.