When G. Brandon Sisnett dies at his computer a mild spring day in March, he leaves behind two unfinished works in his Montreal home. One, a political tract typical of the kind of rant the reclusive writer was famous for, the other an unexpected box of short fiction none of his publishers was aware existed. At first read a seemingly random collection of . . . fragments and miscellanea, it soon becomes clear the stories contain a mystery surrounding the sad death of the Barbadian-born authors four-year-old daughter, his retreat from society, and the recurring name of Fairield. An amazing book, Sandifords newest collection is an intimate, insightful look at how we all strive to live with the memory of love and loss.