Its 1:08 a.m. when Carries car breaks
down on the highway somewhere north of Lake Superior. Its dark,
the road is quiet, her cell phone is down, and she is alone. She
took off from Toronto that morning, running from grief over the
death of her boyfriend, and unable to cope with the truth about the
events that led to it. The relief Carrie feels as a truck pulls up
soon turns to fear after its driver offers her a lift. Frank, her
would-be rescuer, is a line painter, putting lines on the road to
stop people from being killed. But after Carrie gets in the truck,
she starts to realize that this will be the road trip of her lifea
trip of terror, transformation and forgiveness.
Claire Cameron has created a unique
portrait of Carrie, a young woman whose actions are driven by grief
and shame, her personality a beguiling combination of naïveté and
streetsmarts. Frank is equally sharply drawn, his flashes of humour
and tenderness disguising the wreckage within. Written in spare,
unvarnished prose that brims with menace against the forbidding
backdrop of a northern landscape, The Line Painter takes
us on a riveting trip down a twisted road of memory and
redemption.
Smoke?
I looked over. He held up
two cigarettes. I had quit. It was all part of my campaign of the
past few years to try and grow up. Quit smoking, drink less, no
drugs, move in with boyfriend and play house, get a real job and
wear a suit. I stopped short of wearing nude-coloured hosiery, but
only just. It was my own sort of a personal temperance plan. If I
could just suppress all my bad urges then . . . um . . . Id
forgotten what, actually.
But Frank wasnt just
asking me to smoke. This was quite a different thing. Frank was
trying to forge a link. He was calling a truce. He was trying to
bond. He was offering me a peace pipe of sorts, though packaged
with a few more chemicals and a filter.
I took a smoke and accepted
Franks outstretched lighter. I inhaled deeply. I never have any
trouble starting smoking again and I certainly didnt this time. .
. . I sat down on the shoulder a safe distance away from
him.from The Line Painter