I'm not typically a fan of multi-generational family stories, but I enjoyed MacLeod's short stories and No Great Mischief was named the greatest Atlantic Canadian book of all time. Plus I really like the look and feel of the paperback edition.
The narrator, one of three characters named Alexander MacDonald, is part of clann Calum Ruadh, the descendants of "red" Calum MacDonald who emigrated from Scotland to Cape Breton. Although family stories reach back to Calum and to formative Highland events like the Battle of Cullodun, No Great Mischief mostly sticks to the narrator's life.
No Great Mischief tells its story in a gentle empathetic tone that reminded me of A River Runs Through It. The plot is more a series of episodes than an integrated narrative, but many of the episodes are memorable: traveling across the ice to the lighthouse where they lived, the horse that helped the brothers pull their boat from the water, crossing to Cape Breton Island in a storm.
The narrator, one of three characters named Alexander MacDonald, is part of clann Calum Ruadh, the descendants of "red" Calum MacDonald who emigrated from Scotland to Cape Breton. Although family stories reach back to Calum and to formative Highland events like the Battle of Cullodun, No Great Mischief mostly sticks to the narrator's life.
No Great Mischief tells its story in a gentle empathetic tone that reminded me of A River Runs Through It. The plot is more a series of episodes than an integrated narrative, but many of the episodes are memorable: traveling across the ice to the lighthouse where they lived, the horse that helped the brothers pull their boat from the water, crossing to Cape Breton Island in a storm.
They went one day to cut timber for a skidway they were making for their boat. They went into a tightly packed grove of spruce down by the shore. In the middle of the grove, they saw what they thought was the perfect tree. It was tall and straight and over thirty feet tall. They notched it as they had been taught and then they sawed it with a bucksaw. When they had sawed it completely through, nothing happened. The tree's upper branches were so densely intertwined with those of the trees around it that it just remained standing. ... When the wind blew, the whole grove would move and sigh. ... You would never realize that in its midst there was a tall straight tree that was severed at its stump.