Book Review: White Wolf Moon by Mike Grant

I don’t usually post book descriptions that you can see on Amazon, (and I didn’t think this one served the content well), so I am giving a bit more description of the book in the review than usual.

Book Review:

It is rare to find a contemporary book that can speak eloquently to a span of generations and build bridges. This book does. Peter Michaelson, a sixty year old photographer, has hidden Evan Morris, musician and poet, away out in the country on the Thompson River in Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada. Jennifer MacAvoy, a twenty year old university student has an assignment that involves finding and getting to know him. He doesn’t make it easy for her either.

Jennifer meets the man and his wolf, but his initial reaction to having been discovered by her is not warm. She persists and finds his home, and gets invited by his wife to stay a while. Meanwhile, a terrible tragedy occurs in Evan’s circle of old friends, which brings the girl spiritually closer to Evan, his wife, and their friends as she uncovers the secrets of their Haight-Ashbury past.

The tragedy also brings the circle of friends, which includes Jennifer’s mother, a former girlfriend of Evans, together again after forty years. The characters all have their own brand of humor which the author sprinkles throughout the pages spicing a rich and savory read.  Admittedly, some of the jokes might be lost on someone not familiar with the era or the music of the times, but there is enough general humor to keep anyone laughing.

There is a lot that Jennifer learns about the man, but just as much that she learns about herself. It is as much about understanding the present as about understanding the past. Evan Morris truly lives through Grant who gives him a genuine soul. Ginn, the wolf, not so very different. Everywhere Evan takes you on his journey through time is described by Grant with such precision that you can smell the coffee, see the sparks of the fire swirl into the night sky on that beach by the river, and hear the wolf howl at the white moon.

Although written in third person, the writing style of this novel is as if the main character himself, a man you will come to respect, wrote the words. It reads like a memoir of sorts. The rhythm of the writing is like a melodic mountain stream that fills all the nooks and crannies of its bed with sparkling fresh water. The author has a way of weaving his words into subtle messages that you will want to read again and again just for their profound beauty. It is a character driven, not plot driven, book. The character development is so very deep that you can’t help but feel like these are all people you have known for a very long time, shared some laughs with, cried some tears with, and if you haven’t, you will.

The book is exceptionally well-written with insightful, meaningful prose. There is philosophical banter, but this is a light, fun, easy read. It will remind you that after you mature to become someone else, you still are who you were, only changed. This is a book I highly recommend.

5 of 5 Stars

Mike Grant


I was born in Fort George, Scotland, in 1947. My family moved to Canada in 1955. As an army brat, I spent a decade in various locations across the country finally settling in Edmonton, Alberta, in 1964. With careers in radio broadcasting, advertising, and photography under my belt I moved to Kamloops, British Columbia, in 1994.
I’m an organized hoarder with a roomful of Alien/Predator toys/collectibles; Hot Wheels & Matchbox die cast cars and assorted old toys, CDs/DVDs, and books…lots of books. My music and movie tastes are as varied as they can be. I watch and listen to most genres, depending on my mood. Book-wise I read Richard Brautigan, Leonard Cohen, 60s bios, Michael Connelly, and a host of others…again, depending on my mood.
I’m married with three children, six grandchildren, two cats, and a rabbit.