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When Tim Wakelin, recently a widower, heads north in search of a story about a local healer named Caroline Troyer, he enters a world that is real yet strange. Familiar landmarks disappear and extraordinary events unfold as his life becomes intertwined with hers. Even the landscape itself - the ancient rocks, myriad lakes, and cathedral forests of the Canadian Shield - becomes a source of threat. How can he understand this strange and beautiful woman when he is no longer sure why he has really come or what is ...
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The Healer

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Overview

When Tim Wakelin, recently a widower, heads north in search of a story about a local healer named Caroline Troyer, he enters a world that is real yet strange. Familiar landmarks disappear and extraordinary events unfold as his life becomes intertwined with hers. Even the landscape itself - the ancient rocks, myriad lakes, and cathedral forests of the Canadian Shield - becomes a source of threat. How can he understand this strange and beautiful woman when he is no longer sure why he has really come or what is happening to him? Until now, Caroline's life has been dominated by her parents: her cunning father, Ross, who has exerted an unspoken power over her since she was a child; and Ardis, her weak yet abusive mother. Aware that her ability to heal is only part of a mysterious process of transformation that she is undergoing, Caroline must break free of the chains of her family. Perhaps Tim can provide the sanctuary she needs, if he has the strength to survive the violent forces unleashed by his arrival. Greg Hollingshead has created a brilliant and arresting story of grief, delusion, and family betrayal, but also of transcendent love and deep personal loyalty, in a novel that explores the fine line between madness and sanity, and between physical and spiritual reality.
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From The Critics
The mining towns of northern Ontario, generally perceived as cold and prosaic locales, are hardly frequent settings for tempestuous literary exploration. But in this oblique, intense novel, the Canadian Shield becomes the setting for a heaving, twisting piece of ersatz Gothic in which an archetypically depressed city boy is swept into the kind of rural netherworld that explains why most urbanites hesitate to wander into unfamiliar diners.

The titular healer is seen mainly through the eyes of a visiting freelance writer. He is both scouting a piece on Caroline, the 20-year-old woman with healing powers, and avoiding his depression following his young wife's recent death.

While he finds the healer, we don't see her do any healing­except of the writer's very personal malaise. Caroline is fighting off her abusive realtor father and his Native American sidekick, a pair of witheringly evil creations. The novel is full of deaths, woundings, car crashes, wilderness, abuse, inhumanity and desperate connections, not to mention the fall-out from a flashpoint locale where good and evil seem to battle more often than the bus comes.

Hollingshead's esoteric and reflexive writing style is neither easy to follow nor a pleasure to read. But by the end of a long haul through a book with considerable thematic pretension, one has developed a considerable (if reluctant) affection for Hollingshead's portentous products of a very cold and disturbed place.
­Chris Jones

Library Journal
When freelance writer Tim Wakelin, posing as a property seeker, arrives in the Ontario mining town of Grant to do a feature on the healing powers of Caroline Troyer, the jaded townspeople easily see through his guise. Wakelin, a recent widower still coming to terms with grief and guilt over the circumstances of his wife's death, is drawn to Troyer, who is troubled by her unexplained powers as well as by her parents' abusive relationship and her father's mysterious hold over her. As Wakelin's interest in Caroline intensifies, so his search for a quiet country property becomes real. Unfortunately, the story shifts from suspense to melodrama after Wakelin purchases a group of cabinets in the woods and must face a marauding bear, swarms of hungry insects, and a feverish escape from Caroline's dangerous father. Nevertheless, Hollingshead (The Roaring Girl, LJ 3/15/97, winner of Canada's Governor General's Award for fiction) writes with breathtaking beauty, and his novel belongs in most literature collections.--Barbara Love, Kingston Frontenac P.L., Ontario
Time Out New York
An eerily original, powerfully distinctive voice.
The Boston Globe
A subtle, ironic storyteller.
The Observer
He has a way of making the ordinary buckle and twist into something quite bizarre.
Abby Frucht
It is in [Tim's] open-mindedness that the grace and unexpected, understated humor of The Healer are revealed...[as he puts] his own grief carefully aside in order to gather around him the prickly sorrows of others.
-- The New York Times Book Review
Kirkus Reviews
Canadian Hollingshead (The Roaring Girl) goes soft and mushy on us with this first novel about a wounded man's search for the healing touch. "With Caroline Troyer I didn't know what I was getting into." That's how Tim Wakelin sees it, with hindsight. Catherine is a healer, a small-town girl whose reputation for miraculous cures has spread across Canada by word of mouth, until it makes its way to the offices of the national women's magazine that Tim writes for. His editors are intrigued, so much so that they give him carte blanche on the assignment: 3,000 to 4,000 words, however he wants to approach it, with as much time as he needs to get the job done. So off goes Tim, straight from the Big City to Grant, the backwoods hamlet where Caroline lives with her parents. Since her father's in real estate, and since Caroline works in his office, Tim pretends to be looking for a cabin in the woods to call his own. Naturally, Caroline is only too happy to show him properties, but as the charade proceeds, Tim quickly realizes two things:(1) she's no fake, and (2) he needs her. Having recently lost his wife, Tim remains racked by grief, barely able to function. So he does indeed move into a cabin, and abandons writing his article-only to get lost in the woods. Now he really needs to be rescued, and guess who saves him? The ending's predictable, as with all morality tales, and the lushness of Hollingshead's prose can be exasperating ("How could she describe to Wakelin or anyone something that could not be contained by her understanding when it was not present, and when it was present could not be contained even by her body?"). But here, in the New Age, we'd rather be healed thancoherent.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780007446247
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 9/22/2011
  • Sold by: Harper Collins UK
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: ePub edition
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 1,102,624
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

GREG HOLLINGSHEAD has won the Governor General’s Award for Fiction for his collection The Roaring Girl and the Rogers Writers’ Trust Fiction Prize for The Healer. His work has been shortlisted for all major fiction awards in Canada, and his most recent novel, Bedlam, was a finalist for the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize for Best Book (Canada and Caribbean region). He lives in Edmonton, Alberta.

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Chapter One

Timothy Wakelin, age thirty-two, pale features handsome or weak, it was hard to tell, fine dark hair thinning, widower food stains down the front of his blue cotton turtleneck, sat, dismayed and receiving looks, along a rear wall in the single chair at a table for two in the Grant Gemboree, a bus-stop cafe in the mining town of Grant. It was lunchtime on a hot weekday in late June. Outside, through layers of smoke, blue and enfolded, pickup trucks slowly passed. Inside, the place was jammed. Everybody knew everybody else, and everybody except the stranger had a cigarette going. A din of talk, shouts, horseplay. Clattering cutlery and banging dishes. The name tag of the waitress—not Wakelin's own waitress but the one who had taken away the other chair from his table—said Ardis, and he was watching her closely because he knew that this was the name of the healer's mother, and it did not strike him as a common name, unless it was common around here, Ardis was a tall woman, five-eight (Wakelin guessed) in flat heels. In adolescence she must have enjoyed the attractiveness of a cherub or an animal cub. Wakelin saw cheeks once rosy with new powers, but those powers, with the booze and the cigarettes, in middle age were swollen with disappointment, the cheeks pouchy, the bleached hair pinned up like straw, eyes dark-ringed and guarded.

She did not look like the mother of a saint.

Two other things Wakelin noticed. One, makeup intended to cover an area of bruising down the left side of Ardis's face. Two, the red-rimmed eyes of a dog—an old black Lab lying by the door, dewlaps outspread on the grime—thatfollowed her everywhere as she wove and squeezed through the press of diners.Wakelins lunch was just awful. Eggs of crumbling yolk and rubber-white albumen on a carbon laminate, dank toast, coffee a rusted knife-edge of heartburn, thin and without taste. A breakfast something like a story about a healer, something like a saint's life. Of dubious provenance. The dog's breakfast of narratives. Hearsay, exaggeration, wishful thinking, local legend. Followed now through a confusion of smoke and opinion, in a place for locals, a meetinghouse of initiates, with the blanket of the familiar draped soft all round. Cozy as heaven, old as hell.

The healer's name was Caroline Troyer. All her twenty years lived in this uranium town of thirty-three hundred people, a five-hour drive northeast of the city. From the articles already done on her, most of them published over the past year, confections too credulous not to be cynical, Wakelin had learned enough to expect some kind of saint, fanatic and pathetic in equal proportions. Of course, he was up here as a journalist, for the story. A journalist impersonating someone looking for a piece of country property. Impersonating himself, actually, from last summer, a year after Jane died, when he was roaming the Canadian Shield doing just that, looking for property, until he asked himself why he wanted to live in the country—what he thought he'd find up here, what he thought he'd do, how he'd make it from breakfast to bedtime—and couldn't think of an answer. Not a good one. Anyway, it was his own former intentions he was here in the name of Former intentions now false pretences. These were his drawn line. All he proposed to bring to this and to take away was enough truth to make the thing fly. He would not purposely distort, he would do an honest, writerly job in the time allotted. Three to four thousand words for a major-circulation womans magazine, whatever he wanted. Whatever he could come up with that would pass for new information, a fresh angle, a little insight, and failing all else a worldly, yet sensitive, last word.

Wakelin was watching a small old man ease in the front door. It was a difficult arrival, the movements halting and inexact. This was more than age There was or had been illness. The palsy, the ravaged breathing, the trousers on heavy suspenders swaying clown-style, a gabardine barrel.

Across the room Wakelin's own waitress, whose name was Gail, glanced toward the old man as he approached from the door and shouted, "Hey there, Frank!"

Gail was a beautiful young woman with the luminous skin of an angel, a bad permanent, and something of a stoop. Also a poor clothes sense. A blue polyester gypsy blouse with ruffles, grey flannel slacks, and on her feet running shoes of convolved rubber extrusion in purple and lime.

A minute later, skull shining through his yellowing hair, old Frank was being helped by Gail into the chair at the small table adjacent to Wakelin's.

"Everybody's hungry today," Old Frank said. His dentures, fingers, and nails were yellow too, and they seemed to be his biggest and strongest components.

"The usual, Frank?" Gail shouted, though she was right beside him.

The old fingers were groping the shirt pocket.

"The usual, Frank?"

Old Frank's teeth cracked. "Everybody's hungry today."

"I know," Gail said, turning her head as if to look around but not using her eyes. "It's unreal. The usual?"

"That'll be right."

Gail went away.

Old Frank was fumbling open a pack of Export "A." Three cigarettes spilled to the table, It was some time before he got one of them picked up, but when he did, Wakelin was right there with a match.

"Hi." The match flared. "Tim Wakelin."

Confusion in the old eyes until the flame had narrowed them to the task, at hand, which when completed it was Wakelin who narrowed them next.

"Reporter?"

"Not me," Wakelin replied and went on shaking out the match. "Up to look for a piece of country property."

Old Frank seemed to consider this.

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