His mother is the band chief, his grandmother, a respected elder,
is dying, and he's related to half the members of Otter Lake,
Virgil doesn't imagine that life could be any more difficult for an
Anishnawbe teenager. That is, until a shiny red 1953 Indian Chief
Motorcycle was driven into town by a mysterious blond haired,
blue-eyed white man. To further complicate matters, this stranger
walks right into his grandmother's house and her bedroom as though
he was family.
Being a curious teenager, Virgil sneaks a look in his grandmother's
window and spies the stranger kissing his grandmother in a
surprisingly passionate manner.
Something is afoot in Otter Creek and Virgil is convinced that the
motorcycle riding stranger is behind it. with the help of his Uncle
Wayne, a self styled Indian Martial Arts expert, he intends to get
to the bottom of it and save his mother and family.
I loved every minute of this book. I read it while camping, shortly
after a brief visit to Curve Lake First Nations, Drew Hayden
Taylor's hometown. At first I wanted to learn more about Virigil's
grandmother Lillian, but as the story continued, I realized that
those very details were mixed in with the stranger's story. Turns
out the stranger is.... Oh shoot, I can't tell you that. Let's just
say that mythology figures large in this story, though it appears
in such a way I didn't question it, I just accepted it.
Two scenes remain in my mind: the members of the Otter Lake
Debating Society sitting on their porch discussing the events that
have happened, and that of Nanabush and his conversation with
Jesus.
This book is funny and serious in turns. Every page kept me wanting
more. Even when I was finished I wanted more. I for one am hoping
that there are more stories coming out of Otter Lake.