There had been a wildness in him always, which is why his father had insisted he become a scientist, to tame his feral mind. He was sent to board at the St. Paul’s School for Young Men in Montreal and later to McGill where he became a chemist, the reason he lands in Detroit in the middle of a snowstorm on the second of January in nineteen eighty-nine. Breton Martineau, twenty-eight years old, will examine the chemical residue of a small explosion at the Detroit River Foundry; he will determine order from chaos, a result of his father’s iron will. Fathers were still like that in those days, full of fury and intent.
From Wildlife of Detroit
Inkwell Fall 2008