Tag Archives: André Narbonne

Transcendence Erie is no joke. A Janus lake—calm and tempestuous, wildly unpredictable—it was the lake that gave me the story I’ve been telling myself for years in defence of my otherwise lifelong pursuit of complacency. For three summers I traveled the Great Lakes to the sort of backwaters tourists don’t mark on maps. I workedContinue reading “Transcendence. Fiction by André Narbonne”