Hamilton, Ontario, 1953. A nine-year-old boy meets with a horrific death at the hands of a sociopath; his little body is then hidden away in a soon-to-be-sealed tenement coal chute where it lies for two decades. The remains, discovered by contractors rerouting a pipe in 1974, make for sensational news; the fact that ten small bones are missing causes further speculation. But interest in the cold case fades quickly-except in the imagination of a tragically lonely boy named Scott Campbell, a resident of that sad building who suffers (equally) from undiagnosed Selective Mutism and the terrible neglect of his mentally ill mother. In the building's furnace room, Scotty meets his one and only friend: a child's playful, coal-black shadow that follows him through a litany of foster homes and into adulthood. Now, in 1987, thirteen years after the discovery of those remains, Scotty is an enigmatic street artist who makes strange sculptures out of found objects, which he leaves in the forgotten and overlooked corners of the city. Scotty's social worker, Simon, despairs over Scotty's plight: the mute will soon be completely on his own, for he aged out of government-sponsored aid almost two years ago and is now living on the remnants of a miracle extension arranged by Simon's boss. Simon also has his own dilemma: as a Mohawk with invested interest in the Six Nations of the Grand River, he feels like he is betraying his own community by working for the government-funded Children's Aid Society in Hamilton. Caught between pressure at home and the impending end of Scotty's meagre support, Simon is losing faith in both the System and himself. Little Bones is a heart-rending tale of loss, redemption, and the cruel consequences of investing in that most beautiful of lies-hope. *** "If Little Bones were made into a movie, the ideal title song might be Leonard Cohen's haunting 'You Want It Darker, ' for both works spin acerbic, grim, but ultimately affirming narratives from the shadows that dwell in the human heart and populate the cosmos at large. David Baillie's ingeniously plotted and gorgeously written chronicle of urban nomads living on the edge deserves comparison with the best of Peter Straub, Stephen King, and China Mi ville." -James Morrow, award-winning author of Gal pagos Regained "David Baillie writes about the marginalized, the forgotten, and the darkest of human conditions with compassion. He presents them with eloquence and magic. I aspire to be this good." -Lauren B. Davis, author of The Grimoire of Kensington Market, The Empty Room, and Our Daily Bread "Little Bones is an exceptional book-dark, sometimes brutally so, but also beautifully written and sometimes transcendent. The ending gave me goosebumps. David Baillie is a literary treasure." -Elizabeth Hand, author of Curious Toys and Generation Loss "Little Bones is written with heart. This is a richly descriptive book full of mystery, hope and survival with social commentary throughout. It's a riveting story written like punk rock poetry." -Johnny Blitz, drummer for The Dead Boys
