CanLit Challenge discussion

Jane Urquhart’s writing in this book reminded me quite a bit of Virginia Woolf’s (I’ve only read the latter’s Mrs. Dalloway) and of Michael Cunningham’s in The Hours.

I’m not really sure what the bracketing or framing sections concerning Robert Browning were all about. They seemed kind of out of place (and I often find it difficult to buy real historical people in works of fiction).

Of the main story, I enjoyed certain elements: the talk of Laura Secord, the whole process of what level of mourning attire was proper, the idea that it was the poet who could speak to the ‘autistic’ boy, the home in the wilderness by the whirlpool.

It just didn’t seem like a cohesive whole to me. Didn’t care too much for the ending.