Thursday, November 08, 2007
I heard the owl call my name
Mark, a young Anglican priest, is sent to minister to a village in the north of Canada, among the first peoples there. It's not a preachy book, not at all - the powerful and understated simplicity of its prose is one of its great strengths, and the way in which it explores the meeting of cultures and the establishment of connections between people across different ways of thinking. It could be soppy and sentimental, but it absolutely isn't. By the end, I'm always a bit choked in the throat, though.
Not sure if it's still in print, but there should be second-hand copies around; the paperback's easier to find than the hardback, I'd say.