A "fictional memoir." That's how Claire Mowat described her book in the author's note -- "I spent several years living among them [the people of Newfoundland outports], and this book is a fictional memoir of those years."
To start, "Baleena cannot be found on the map," - but we can learn from an Internet search that Farley and Claire Mowat bought a house in Burgeo Cove in 1962 and lived there for about five years. In a place dependent on fishing and fish processing, Farley as an author and Claire as artist were oddities.
"Fictionalized" as it may be, Claire's description was sharply drawn of the area and people, warm and loving, with sparkles of humour and observations on the economic conditions and impending connection with "mainland" Newfoundland. Life was hardscrabble, and layers in the community were distinct - the fish plant magnate, Freeman Drake, and his wife Rachel, and the English doctor employed by the Department of Health, Roger Billings and wife Jane. These couples had appearances to keep up. The rest of the community were Quayles, Roses, Dollimount, others - and all their children - living in various degrees of precarity. It was customary for the young men to go to Canada for work in Sudbury or the Great Lakes to support their families.
The time is the mid-1960s. Newfoundland was adjusting to being a province of Canada. Outport communities were being closed and merged into others. Mowat writes sympathetically and sensitively about the personalities, their livelihoods, and their qualities. To some degree, there is a similarity to Stephen Leacock's Mariposa but without the sinking of the Mariposa Belle.
The visit to Toronto was a vignette of the city circa 1965—at that time, lawn ornaments in residential areas included "flamingoes and gnomes and black-faced footmen" (p. 244)—yes, and mercifully, that has changed.
As I anticipate my Circumnavigation of Newfoundland, Mowat's observation on the weather was very jarring - "Fog - the curse of the coastal summer - had shrouded us when we left in June ... We often saw more sunshine in the month of March." (245)
I am very glad to have reread this book. It deserves to be seen as a classic.