Skookum Chuck

The novel begins: On a sunny afternoon in early May a young man strolled along a back street of Vancouver. It might have been supposed that he-or any other human, for that matter-would be savoring the fine weather that marked the break of the long winter rains, or enjoying the sight of glittering snow peaks and the twinkle of waters on two sides of the peninsula on which Vancouver is so fortunate as to be situated. But if so, his appearance strangely belied him. He looked bored. Or perhaps bored is too active a word, implying too positive a mental state. Let us substitute. He looked uninterested, indifferent, vacant.


Genre: Inspirational