"It’s not easy to make such a simple story both profound and compulsively readable, but Guay-Poliquin pulls it off in this literary page-turner."
—Montréal Review of Books
"There are four hundred times more descriptions of snow than you'd find in the average novel, yet that is precisely the right amount."
—New York Magazine
"There are four hundred times more descriptions of snow than you'd find in the average novel, yet that is precisely the right amount."
—New York Magazine
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"It’s not easy to make such a simple story both profound and compulsively readable, but Guay-Poliquin pulls it off in this literary page-turner."
—Montreal Review of Books
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"Guay-Poliquin has somehow managed to turn descriptions of a long black highway through the prairies and a snow-filled landscape seen through a cabin window into an engrossing world where nothing monumental needs to happen in order to keep his readers – at least this one – hooked."
—Patty Osborne, Geist magazine
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"A claustrophobically tense novel of deceptive simplicity, its stark plot and captivating language cuts into readers like an icy wind."
—Speculative Fiction in Translation
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"With no word wasted, brisk chapters that are often less than two pages keep the reader clipping along. The harsh winter is an interesting environment to explore in a post-apocalyptic world, rather than the tired and overused wind-swept desert." —Keith Cadieux, Winnipeg Free Press
"His prose has the boiled-wool sensibility of far northern climes: a refreshing dearth of adjectives, characters who inquire after each other with variations on "What's with you?" and an almost-hallucinogenic attentiveness to the textural nuances of snow."
—Chelsea Edgar, Seven Days
