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Kennedy, Barry

 
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When Jack Thorpe's world begins to nosedive, he seeks comfort in the kindness of friends--friends whose appreciation of life barely manages to win out over their inability to deal with it.

Jack loves his friends, he loves his wife and he loves his liquor, but he just can't seem to take anything--including himself--very seriously.

His resolve is buoyed, however, by the threat of a huge bridge-and-tunnel project that would link his precious Vancouver Island community, Salish Spit, to the mainland.  Suddenly, Jack is a dynamo, things matter to him again--like trying to save his marriage, his town and himself.

Jack Thorpe emerges from the deadfall intact and renewed, one of the most memorable, likeable rogues in Canadian literature.

In Through the Deadfall, Barry Kennedy introduces a literary talent full of subtlety, depth and humor.

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orpe's world begins to nosedive, he seeks comfort in the kindness of friends--friends whose appreciation of life barely manages to win out over their inability to deal with it.<br><br>Jack loves his friends, he loves his wife and he loves his liquor, but he just can't seem to take anything--including himself--very seriously.<br><br>His resolve is buoyed, however, by the threat of a huge bridge-and-tunnel project that would link his precious Vancouver Island community, Salish Spit, to the mainland.  Suddenly, Jack is a dynamo, things matter to him again--like trying to save his marriage, his town and himself.<br><br>Jack Thorpe emerges from the deadfall intact and renewed, one of the most memorable, likeable rogues in Canadian literature.<br><br>In <i>Through the Deadfall</i>, Barry Kennedy introduces a literary talent full of subtlety, depth and humor.

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"Once when I was about twenty I climbed to the glacier at night, the dead of night, a new challenge, with the moom quilted in cloud and the trees and the deadfall all feral and threatening, and when I made it and stood triumphant on the terminal moraine at its mouth, bleeding and tired, I waited for the surge of accomplishment but it never came.  I stayed there till morning and retraced my route, feeling stupid and small, and furtively made my way back home.

So you can never tell just how things will turn out."

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