Two very different takes on historical fiction set in Newfoundland.
“They never lost their way or seemed even momentarily uncertain of their location. They traveled narrow paths cut through tuckamore and bog or took shortcuts along the shoreline, chancing the unpredictable sea ice. Every hill and pond and stand of trees, every meadow and droke for miles was named and catalogued in their heads. At night they navigated by the moon and stars or by counting outcrops and valleys or by the smell of spruce and salt water and wood smoke. It seemed to Newman they had an additional sense lost to modern men for lack of use.”
― Michael Crummey,
**My internet has been out of commission so I’m posting yesterday’s piece as well as today’s. Thank you so much BELL for the dependable and affordable service (yes, sarcasm).