What the hell do authors have against Cape Breton? If you only read CanLit and never visited you would think the whole island is a festering pool of hateful priest rape, incest, polio, crippling poverty, depression, drownings, murder, am I missing anything? This Bird, Marie Anne-MacDonald, follows a long line of hack Feminist authors and writes the most depressing tripe, full of evil weak-spined men and strong but bat shit insane women hacking their way through horrible lives.
Balls.
I'd like to think, and I suspect, that our author has gone through some horrible experience, and that this sort of sewage is her therapy rather than a product of manic depression for manic depression's sake. The story is revolting and desensitizing for no good reason other than to shock. Not shock us out of apathy, or into action, only to make us feel sick.
I've been to Cape Breton, if it's poor but by god you couldn't want a more beautiful spot filled with the nicest people one could hope to meet. So I spent the better part of the book irritated.
The text is minimalist in all the wrong ways, and the cadence makes you sea sick before you even realize that you're reading rape scene after rape scene.
Perdita Felicien presented this novel after consulting her "Literary friend". If losing at your sport doesn't qualify you for CBC darling status, then not reading regularly will.
I am super glad this book is in the Circle of Winfrey, I was getting blue just thinking about the books I like that she has endorsed. Steer Clear of Fall on your Knees
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