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310 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1998
My father brought home a radio. “I got a sender and a receiver,” he said. “Now we can talk to people other than yourselves. He fit the earphones over my head. And the first news I heard was that my friend Pelly Bay had drowned. Pelly had fallen through ice while riding his unicycle. That was April 1959.
My name is Fabian Vas. I live in Witless Bay, Newfoundland. You would not have heard of me. Obscurity is not necessarily a failure, though; I am a bird artist, and have more or less made a living at it. Yet I murdered the lighthouse keeper, Botho August, and that is an equal part of how I think of myself.
The painting I stole for Imogen Linny, Jewess on a Street in Amsterdam, arrived to the Glace Museum, here in Halifax, on September 5, 1938