Spanning most of the 20th century, this story traces the lives of four generations of one family as their roots spread from the remote fishing areas of Scotland to the Canadian prairies to Toronto to Paris and finally to New York, led by often tragic events that lead to migration. With so much ground to cover - literally - it is difficult to get a full appreciation of each time period and country. The inherent transience that is migration is reflected in this fact. Perhaps that is Charlotte Bacon's objective?
The destinations in the story do not tend to have an inherent randomness. Often dramatic and tragic events lead to each migratory movement. One can feel the gravitational pull exerted by the successive movements of the strands of this family, the inevitable migration that is almost predestined to happen. However, I found it difficult to become immersed in each new destination. With so many cultural divides to cross, perhaps this was inevitable.
In places the story feels predictable. For instance, the Scottish fisherman's (who longed to be as far away from the sea he was brought up beside) granddaughter has a yearning for the sea despite being brought up in Toronto. The sentimentality is overwrought here too, because the granddaughter has her grandfather's looks. Each character brought to the story has their own migratory background. Are migrants naturally drawn towards each other, given that they share a sense of "homelessness"?
Trying to follow the events of a young Scottish man and his future generations as they first plant and then uproot themselves evokes in me the questions of migration and what makes a place "home".
Overall I enjoyed the book, particularly the earlier sections based in Canada. In parts it felt a little contrived and it became mildly less satisfying as the book progressed to its conclusion, but enjoyable nonetheless. Three stars.