Stories for a Lost Child

It kind of doesn’t matter how many stars I gave this book. It is not a book you read for plot or character or great literary themes.

Instead, its a kind of dream-walk. Short bursts of stories about Fiona, a girl getting a box of stories from an Anishinaabe grandfather she never knew provide a light framework for the grandfather’s dreaming philosophical tales of a Bigfoot who hollers at men to “kneel at the creek” like they do at church. It is poetical and rhythmic and you can’t go into it thinking it will “make sense” but rather experience it like a melody– let it wash over you and see what feelings it evokes.

The last part of Fiona’s story was a bit strange, I have to admit. I’m not sure why she and her friends are chased through the forest…unless it was to circle back to the tale of her ancestor the French Priest who hears a baby crying in the forest, but it was strange.

But the whole book is strange. And lyrical. Worth reading for the particular flavor each of the grandfather’s stories exudes. Keep an open mind.