My
reason for buying this book of poems by an Afro-Nova Scotian writer
fifteen years ago is lost to me now. Probably a review I read in the
Star Book Section, something the advent of a computer in my life
caused me to cease reading on a regular basis.
A
book of 200 pages has a 30-page introduction written by the author.
Whylah Falls is a home lost in memory, a place that never existed but
not unlike a home one can only return to in memory because the home
remembered no longer exists in reality.
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