On a clear day you could see America from Edinburghs Castle Rock
- or so said Alice Munros great-great-great-grandfather James Laidlaw when he had drink taken. Then in 1818 Laidlaw left the parish of no advantages of banked Presbyterian emotions & uncanny tales
- where like his more famous cousin James Hogg he was born & bred
- & sailed to the new world with his family. This is the story of those shepherds from the Ettrick Valley & their descendants among them the author herself. They were a Spartan lot who kept to themselves; showing off was frowned on & fear was commonplace at least for females.. . But opportunities present themselves for two strong-minded women in a ships close quarters; a father dies & a baby vanishes en route from Illinois to Canada; another story hints at incest; childhood is short & hazardous. This is family history where imperfect recollections blur into fiction where the past shows through the present like the tracks of a glacier on a geological map. First love flowers under an apple tree while lust rears its head in a barn; a restless mother with ideas beyond her station declines painfully; a father farms fox fur & turkeys; a clever girl escapes to college & then into a hasty marriage. Beneath the ordinary landscape theres a different story
- evocative frightening sexy unexpected gripping. Alice Munro tells it like no other.