Admittedly, I am not a lover of history. Surprisingly, those this book was set in the 1930's, the style of writing surpassed all hesitation I had with learning about the time.
Bruce Bishop has a way of teaching important aspects of historical moments, mistakes and mishaps through a story built strongly with characters, plot and intrigue. I felt he honoured the facts, scattered them throughout to make the lessons I learned more subtle and interesting, giving me a new interest in our past and how far we have come, and still need to go.
Marc, arguably the main character of this story, struggled with his identity in the way his family and society saw him. A strong character who knew exactly who he was faced ridicule, judgement and violence if he dared share that he loved someone of the same sex. His relationship with his best friend, Eva, was compelling as I fell in love with her and her efforts for a byline in a male dominated world. I didn't like the idea that she was wavering in her strength and resolve near the end but her son, Angus, was a delightful addition to the story line and nuggets of local Nova Scotian history.
It made it even more special that Pictou County, my home, was mentioned and tied into a Powell, a name I have family ties with (though the book is fictional).
Being able to read this in three days is a testament to how it sucked me in from the very first scene of death right through to the hurricane of activity, accusations and assumptions. The relationships, friendships, and foils throughout gave much to ponder and even though Bishop filled the storyline with characters, each was so distinct and masterfully written I was easily able to keep them all straight and related to each one.