A Writer's View
Alistair Macleod's No Great Mischief is a great-hearted tale of family and place. Set on Cape Breton Island and elsewhere in Canada, it makes me remember a trip there more than two decades ago.
What a rugged, misty place it is, the sort of place that would never leave a person. And it never left Macleod. I read this morning that he returned to his ancestral home most every summer to write exquisite short stories and this one fine novel. His writer's cabin was perched on a cliff where he could look out across the sea to Prince Edward Island.
Some writers prefer to ply their craft in a closeted space, physically confining but mentally liberating. I prefer (though unfortunately do not practice) Macleod's method — drawn back year after year to the place that created and nurtured me, with a simple desk and a view that captivates and frees.
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What a rugged, misty place it is, the sort of place that would never leave a person. And it never left Macleod. I read this morning that he returned to his ancestral home most every summer to write exquisite short stories and this one fine novel. His writer's cabin was perched on a cliff where he could look out across the sea to Prince Edward Island.
Some writers prefer to ply their craft in a closeted space, physically confining but mentally liberating. I prefer (though unfortunately do not practice) Macleod's method — drawn back year after year to the place that created and nurtured me, with a simple desk and a view that captivates and frees.
(Photo: Wikipedia)
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