Publication Date: Available Now from Orenda
Source: Review Copy
As Montrealer Catherine Day sets foot in a remote fishing village and starts asking around about her birth mother, the body of a woman dredges up in a fisherman’s nets. Not just any woman, though: Marie Garant, an elusive, nomadic sailor and unbridled beauty who once tied many a man’s heart in knots. Detective Sergeant Joaquin Morales, newly drafted to the area from the suburbs of Montreal, barely has time to unpack his suitcase before he’s thrown into the deep end of the investigation. On Quebec’s outlying Gaspé Peninsula, the truth can be slippery, especially down on the fishermen’s wharves. Interviews drift into idle chit-chat, evidence floats off with the tide and the truth lingers in murky waters. It’s enough to make DS Morales reach straight for a large whisky.
Beautiful beautiful writing to be had here in this story of a woman searching for her mother, wonderfully ethereal sense of place and a banging good story to boot – not a lot else you can ask for from a book really.
Unanswered questions abound a body turns up, the village of Gaspe comes to life and this is a slow burner of a tale that digs deep into your psyche as you read – as one character would say, Christ on a chalice this is intriguing.
We Were The Salt of the Sea has it’s own lyrical flow that does take a little getting used to, the characters are really quirky and wonderfully layered, this small fishing village is a dark and beautiful location, I loved the interactions between Catherine and the people she finds there, she herself is not that likable but very compelling.
I loved Morales, adored Cyrille, ultimately I was very sad to leave them all behind and as a lover of the ocean this book was nigh on perfect for me.
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