"Once there was a family with a highland name who lived beside the sea. And the man had a dog of which he was very fond. She was large and grey, a sort of staghound from another time."
So begins "As Birds Bring Forth the Sun," one of my favourite stories. Many of its pleasures and much of its wisdom can be sensed in these three introductory sentences. With his "once" that is almost but not quite a "once upon a time," Alistair MacLeod conjures a thoroughly mystical atmosphere. And similarly, with the huge hound who is both undeniably present but also of "another time," he lets us know that this will be a story about how we remember the past in and as story, how we allow stories to seduce us, and how we rely on them to sustain us.
When Alistair MacLeod died last month, we lost one of our greatest storytellers...
Contest Winners Announced!
We have announced the winners of our short story contest on our contest page. A very warm thank you to Alexander MacLeod for judging this inaugural fiction contest, and to all the entrants for the many fine stories that they submitted.
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