Donovan Manypenny, an Ojibwe from Red Cliff, Wisconsin, has had some tragedy and some joy in his life. He's had some bad luck and some good luck. Left an orphan by his mother's death, his grandparents have taken him into their home. They are kind and loving, but when Donovan is ten, first his grandmother dies, then his grandfather. Bad luck and good luck continue to follow Donovan for a brief time, with good luck and joy winning out. But Donovan ends up living over a thousand miles away from his Ojibwe people of Red Cliff.
With the first sentence of his story, he tells us, "For over forty years I forgot I was native, Anishinaabe Ojibwe . . . ." In Massachusetts he has been content with his life as a teacher, happy in his marriage, and proud of his daughter. Then his daughter pleads with him to attend a Native American event combining storytelling and Native crafts. Something awakens in Donovan and he begins his homeward journey, taking his time along the way to visit places important to his Ojibwe people. Beautifully written, Thomas Peacock's slender novel is a quiet, contemplative meditation of the meaning of belonging and family and of coming home to the place you were eventually meant to be.