Best one yet from David Adams Richards. He continues to refine his talent for showing how truth is relative, and how our words and actions so often ripple in unintended ways. The only thing that seems certain is the opening line of the book: "The day Hector Penniac died in the fourth hold of the cargo ship Lutheran, he woke up at 6:20 in the morning." Was it an accident or was he murdered? Who knows, and who will say? So much is said and done thoughtlessly. Integrity and morals are constantly shifting and re-adjusting to circumstances and expectations. The book describes a cascade of untruths and truth, indistinguishable from each other. It is a rich and complex novel, examining politics, racism in both First Nations and whites, poverty, and the nature of the human condition. Classic Richards themes, at his best.
[book won in publisher contest, from booklounge.ca]