Charles Bruce (1) (1906–1971)

This book has been sitting on the home shelves for forever and made the cut with several moves but I finally got to it after P had been suggesting I read it for years. Sure glad I did! It felt like a solid Canadian classic with writing in the old style. It was more like music and best read slowly to hear the rhythm. The story is a classic Canadian one about rural coastal Nova Scotia where religion is strong and dividing and where neighbours must greatly depend on each other and where fishing has failed and struggling farming must make do. Bruce gets into and under the skin of those he follows. I loved it!

to catch a flavour p. 156
"There on the southwesterly slope of the Head, the eel-grass lay in tide-rows, thrown up by the wash of the seas grey-brown and dry on the surface of its ragged folds, green-black and heavy to the fork beneath."… (mere)