| A Review of: Better than Life by W.P. KinsellaBetter than Life is a good Southern novel, Southern Ontario that
is. Reminiscent of Lee Smith's Fancy Strut, this story moves
relentlessly toward a celebration, the 90th birthday of Min Connar.
Min is a controlling old matriarch who regularly feigns death in
order to keep her henpecked son Aubrey in line. The Connar clan
is divided into two camps several miles apart, camps that have not
exchanged a word for many years, and don't really recall why they
are feuding anyway. Small town life with all its eccentricities,
pettiness, and mean-spiritedness is captured in often hilarious
detail.
Aubrey receives a letter from a young man who claims to be his son,
the product for a brief high school relationship. Aubrey decides
to ignore the letter. A charismatic young man who is not taking
his lithium, a hippie (in an era when hippies were highly distrusted),
arrives in town and after bringing an unconscious cat "back
to life," and giving sound nutritional advice to an arthritis
sufferer that improves his health, takes on the aura of a Christ
figure to the impressionable locals anxious for anything to alleviate
their boredom, and The Church of Bob springs up around him. A happy
ending, perhaps too easy, is inevitable, but there are many laughs
and chuckles along the way.
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