Bellevue Square by Michael Redhill (43/52)

There is no reality in fiction, yet Redhill taunts us with a sense of what is real and what is an illusion. When a bookstore owner is confronted with the idea that a doppelganger is roaming the streets of Toronto, she is equally confused and intrigued. And so it is with the reader. Redhill weaves his reality gymnastics around a character and premise we never feel settled with, yet must continue exploring. To know that each character is just a figment of the author’s imagination is no solace. It is fascinating and a worthy winner of the Giller Prize.

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