Images overrun the world. Toons filled with rage and hate hunger for life. A war between simulations and humans. People besieged in a castle of dreams. A mysterious knight shifts between worlds, holding the secret that could save all. Orphaned children lead him to the whirlwind, the terrible faceless source. B.W. Powe's stunning fable erases the lines between illusion and reality.
I've just finished These Shadows Remain
, and am quite haunted by the book. It is, to say the least, intriguing, and its resonances are only settling in... An enigmatic, striking piece of writing, one I shall return to.
Subtly textured themes that affirm the importance of the romantic voice in these troubled times.
A vector of restless vitality flows through the works of B.W. Powe. From the early A Climate Charged
(1984) to his recent These Shadows Remain
, Powe's finely-tuned and poetic sensibility is an antenna for the unheard sounds and invisible waves coursing through the networks of contemporary life. He has both ear and eye to decode the electro-acoustic dramas of our global theatre... As readers of Powe will appreciate, his is an uneasy optimism, hard-won over years as a skeptic who probes obsessively into the night-lit alleys of contemporary life. While These Shadows Remain
presents a vision of Blakean redemption and deep compassion for our children, the war of images against humanity still casts its shadows.
One of our finest cultural commentators.
The Toronto Star
An intellectual terrorist.
Like well-chosen brush-strokes on a canvas.
The Montreal Gazette
A thinking heart… a dancer’s agility…takes considerable, unfashionable risks.
The Malahat Review
An impassioned chronicler. His words seem to emanate fully formed from the cosmos... Ecstatic moments... hair-raising lines.
The Globe and Mail
- ReLit Awards (longlisted)