Richard Greene
Cold Comfort
The country of Mary Lawson’s fiction lies 300 miles north of Toronto, where forests and lakes give way here and there to small towns, farms, mines and logging operations. The chief exports are professional ice-hockey players. In winter, temperatures of -40 are unremarkable, as are snowfalls of two or three feet in a single night.
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