| TurboBookSnob Review |
The
Island Walkers is a richly satisfying family saga following
the tribulations and small triumphs of the Walker family, who live
in a small mill town in Ontario in the mid-sixties.
Each member of the family
faces his own trial, unique in the particulars, but sharing the
common thread of class struggle that pervades the fabric of their
small community.
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| Selected Quotes |
"One
hot afternoon during this standoff, he was sitting on the floor
of the knitting room, among the parts of a machine he'd spread on
newspapers, when the freight elevator floated into its bay.
Alf caught a flicker of bodies moving behind the safety gates.
Then the gates were flung back, and a group of men stepped out.
Their dress shirts, turned back crisply at the cuffs, broadcast
a shock of white into the room. There was a young woman with
them: tall, in an extremely short skirt, her long legs stalking
forward in black mesh stockings. A bald, tanned, handsome
man touched her back and leaned over to whisper something into the
teased cloud of her hair. She put back her head and opened
her mouth in a silent, cheerless laugh, showing a wealth of teeth.
Twenty feet away, Alf
instinctively drew up his legs, a man exposed in the bath.
They had stopped outside the elevator. The bald man, who stood
well over six feet, seemed oddly familiar. But the only figure
Alf recognized was Gordie Henderson, assistant manager of the sweater
mill, looking around anxiously as if searching for shelter in a
thunderstorm.
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