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Don Gutteridge's poems, it seems to me, are masterfully crafted; the deftness of diction, the preciseness of the images, and the overall metaphorical structure vivify an emotional and spiritual reality which is not only the core of our history but is at the centre of our lives. Gutteridge, seeking to understand how the spirit of the past impinges on the present, merges past and present so that, as Joseph Conrad put it, he arouses "that latent feeling of fellowship with all creation . . . the dead to living, the living to the unborn." Literary critics will have much to say about Gutteridge's uniquely Canadian vision. I am content that his poetry is accessible, unobtrusive, delights the ear, stirs the heart and even enters into the soul. It is the art that mirrors inner life. R. G. Moyles, The University of Alberta In The Journal of Canadian Poetry.
"The Home We Never Leave" by Don Gutteridge is a reverent ode to childhood, nostalgia, and growth, The Home We Never Leave by Don Gutteridge is a touching collection of heartfelt poems from this prolific voice. Delving back through his own vivid recollections, like a librarian thumbing through a card catalogue, the poet effortlessly pulls readers into snippets of memory, from the details of his wise grandmother's intimate garden to the wild games of schoolyard Prisoner's Base. Dreamy musings on beloved girls next door blend with tales of boyhood bravado and the blur of smiles on his first chosen family. Gutteridge is always adept at capturing the gentle spirit of youth, yet framing it throug...
Spanning decades and countless collections, Gutteridge's poems are as raw and heart touching as ever, delving into old memories, life, death, love, loss, and longing. Teeming with awe and sensation, these poems delve into memories of yesterday long-gone, moving skillfully from life to death, happiness to grief, boyhood lust to loss, and aging to resurrection. This is a poignant celebration of the pain and pleasure of being alive. Readers seeking contemplative poems executed with style and verve will find themselves besotted. BookView Reviews
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A search for a man armed with a rifle that hasn’t been shot since the war of 1812 leads to an investigation that takes Marc Edwards from a newspaper office into the mansions of the Family Compact, and even to the local brewery, as the clues he uncovers point closer and closer to home. Now lieutenant in charge of security at Government House in Toronto, Marc Edwards is eager for action in both his personal and professional life. His letters to Beth Smallman in Crawford Corners have gone unanswered and writing speeches for Lieutenant Governor Francis Bond Head is not the stuff of excitement. Then, during an election speech by Bond Head, a shot fells a government minister sitting just behind ...