MacIntyre’s most recent novel is an odd one, and the problems start with the title, which seems increasingly peculiar as the narrative develops. The book focuses far less on the Winter sisters—Peggy and Annie—the “wives” of the title (who remain shadowy, flat characters throughout) than on the unlikely friendship between the men they marry. Byron, the narrator of the story, is an introverted rural Nova Scotian who attended high school with the sisters. He has a history of mostly buried emotional trauma and a physical handicap acquired as a result of a serious accident in childhood. His given name is Angus, but in high school Peggy nicknamed him for the Romantic poet because, like Byron, he limped. The moniker stuck. Though he marries the calm, practical Annie, the alluring Peggy is the one he carries a torch for. He assumes she’s just out of his league. When the two are at university, at Peggy’s request, Byron introduces her to his new friend, the handsome, charismatic Allan Chase, a gifted athlete from Toronto. (Allan had struck up a conversation with Byron one evening as the two waited for the dining hall to open, and the young men subsequently became inseparable, leading some to speculate they were gay.) Peggy eventually marries Allan for reasons that are never clear.
At the time of their casual first meeting, Allan leads Byron to believe that he’s attending the East Coast university on a football scholarship. As the story unfolds, we learn there are lot of other things Allan leads Byron—and any number of others—to believe. It becomes clear to the reader, if not to the rather dim Byron, that Allan is not who he says he is. He’s a shifty character who lacks a moral compass and thrives on risk. When Allan drops out of university to go on the road as a trucker, Byron, who’s determined to attend law school, keeps in touch, even visiting his pal in Toronto and observing one of Allan’s drug deliveries play out. Allan tells Byron that about 99% of the cargo he carries by truck is legal; the other 1%, not so much. Byron, who plays life cautiously, is relatively untroubled by his friend’s “business” activities. As he pursues a law degree, enters the legal profession, and deals with his widowed mother who has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, he has little time to keep track of Allan’s activities. A visit to Florida is clarifying, however: Allan appears to have entered the criminal big leagues, dealing with cartels and distributing illicit drugs across North America. He’s got the fancy digs and an art collection to prove he’s made it. He turns to real estate—actually a cover for some heavy-duty money laundering. Both the Winter sisters, who have become accountants, end up working for him. After seeing his law career falter, Byron also joins Allan’s company. In fact, he’s named CEO and manages the legal aspects of the business, serving as signatory to deals whose details he chooses not to understand. Allan has indicated to that he wants his own name kept off the record, telling Byron: “I want you to be me.” Byron happily obliges. He’s always wanted to be Allan or someone like him.
We wouldn’t have a novel, though, if trouble wasn’t brewing. At one point, the police start sniffing around, interested in a particular client and real estate transaction that Byron signed off on. He manages to put the cops off for a while, but his control of matters is limited when Allan has a serious stroke on the golf course and is found to have vascular dementia. There’s a lot that Allan has kept to himself; none of his three friends know the extent of his operations.
All of this provides quite a fascinating premise for a novel, and I found the book’s first two-thirds quite absorbing. However, it’s my impression that the author set up a situation he was unable to satisfactorily resolve. There’s a long stretch in the novel where no one seems to be who he represents himself to be. Add to this confusion yet another factor MacIntyre throws into the mix—that is, that Byron himself may have inherited early-onset Alzheimer’s from his mother. In the end, it all became a bit much for me, and I was unconvinced by the conclusion, which seemed ridiculously pat and underwhelming.
MacIntyre is a well-known Canadian investigative journalist who turned to novel writing in retirement. He received the prestigious Giller Prize for an earlier work of literary fiction, which I’ve not read. In fact, this is the first of his many novels I’ve got to, so I’m unable to say how it measures up to the works that came before. What I can state is that I was disappointed by this novel.
The Winter Wives
certainly had potential but it lacked the quality I had expected from MacIntyre.
I wish to thank the publisher and Net Galley for providing me with a digital copy of the novel for review purposes.
Rating: 2.5