David Watmough, often spoken of as Canada’s senior gay male fiction writer, has committed his memories to paper in Myself Through Others. Watmough is well-known for his fiction featuring gay "everyman" Davey Bryant, and the novel The Moor is Dark Beneath the Moon is bundled together in this special 2-book collection.

Includes:

The Moor is Dark Beneath the Moon
Davey Bryant returns to England for the funeral of a mysterious relative and lands in an inheritance squabble that threatens to escalate into something far worse.

Myself Through Others: Memoirs
Given the autobiographical nature of his fiction, the prolific raconteur has opted for a novel approach to his own life by telling his story through his encounters with the numerous people he has met, befriended, loved, and jousted with over the years. And what a parade of personalities it is! Watmough serves up incisive, trenchant, often witty profiles of writers W.H. Auden, T.S. Eliot, Stephen Spender, Raymond Chandler, Tennessee Williams, Carol Shields, Margaret Laurence, Jane Rule, and Wallace Stegner; artists Bill Reid and Jack Shadbolt; politicians and celebrities Pierre Trudeau, Clement Atlee, and Eleanor Roosevelt; Hollywood actress Jean Arthur; and a host of others.

David Watmough is the author of a cycle of fictions that features gay "everyman" Davey Bryant, who has appeared in twelve volumes, including No More into the Garden (1978), Unruly Skeletons (1982), The Year of Fears (1987), The Time of Kingfishers (1994), and Hunting With Diana (1996). Watmough is also a playwright, short-story writer, critic, broadcaster, and the author of nine other books. His novel Thy Mother's Glass (1992) was nominated in 2002 for CBC's Canada Reads. He lives in Vancouver.

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I read The Moor Is Dark Beneath the Moon with great pleasure and with a particular appreciation for its narrative energy; one wants to go on turning over those pages. I loved the Cornish stuff and felt affection for the kids, the teenagers – well, more than affection, more like an instant recognition.

Carol Shields