A dash of caprice against a backdrop of horror.
It’s quite literally been a plague year, but these books have kept my spirits bouyant. I’ve been both engaged and educated.
Mad Dog, by Kelly Watt, is a tale that both captivated and terrified me. The writing is exquisite. Ontario summers, circa 1960, evoke the scent of apple orchards, the itchiness of sand inside a bathing suit, and windblown rides in the back of a Bonneville. Then there’s the experience of tentative first-time explorations of sexual…
The authors write from a perspective of passionate engagement with an issue that exists in the world.