Not all mountain fiction books are about the top of mountains.
This novel takes us into the roots of a mountain, where the swirling methane of the coal faces bubble and loosen the black rock and the tunnels are braced not just to stop the roof from caving in but to prevent the floor from rising up. Such is the swirling world of the coal miner who works within the scentless and colourless fumes that bid dark dreams and lead men deep into the mountain well to their deaths.
Told from the point of view of Italian miners in the Crowsnest Pass, digging into the ill-fated Turtle Mountain before its huge north face gives way on the town.
For anyone who lives in a small mountain town, this is a must read.