Alistair MacLeod’s Cape Breton

Alistair MacLeod walking to his writing shack

By Lawrence Wells

With his little dog Blossom at his side, Gil MacLeod, a native of Cape Breton Island who is related to novelist Alistair MacLeod, is leading me to his cousin’s writing shack overlooking the Gulf of St. Lawrence. Here is where MacLeod penned his classic novel No Great Mischief (1999) about Cape Breton fishermen and miners and their Scottish ancestors who migrated to Nova Scotia in the 18th century. His other works include The Lost Salt and Gift of Blood (1976), As Birds Bring Forth the Sun and Other Stories (1986), and Island (2000).

In MacLeod’s stories, fiction and history are inextricably intertwined, and the literary pilgrim comes to Cape Breton Island expecting to find landmarks immortalized in his stories. His novel No Great Mischief, published when he was 63, tells the story of the clan Donald’s emigration to Canada led by patriarch “Calum MacDonald” during the Highlands Clearances. Driving north on Highway 19 from the Canso Causeway and winding along the coast I’ve been keeping an eye out for “Calum Ruadh’s Point,” the fictional burial place of redheaded Calum MacDonald which is worn away by storms “as if his grave is moving out to sea.”

Gil MacLeod leading the way to writers' shack
Gil MacLeod leading the way to the writing shack. (Photo by Kathleen Wickham)

Tall, blonde, and plain-spoken, Gil MacLeod warns against a literal interpretation of his cousin’s works. “People asked him all the time is that where such and such happened, is that bluff ‘Calum Ruadh Point,’ is that where the boys parents fell through the ice and drowned? And he said again and again, ‘It’s fiction. It’s not real. I made it up!’”

Yet although fictional characters and places are imaginary, MacLeod’s stories of third and fourth generation Scottish immigrants’ hardships in a starkly beautiful but unforgiving landscape are based on rock-solid reality. He once said of his works, “These are not true stories, but they’re real stories.”           

Alistair MacLeod family home in Dunvegan
Alistair MacLeod’s family home in Dunvegan, Inverness County (photo by Kathleen Wickham)

Alistair MacLeod (1936-2014) was born in Saskatchewan. His parents moved to Alberta where his father worked in the coal mines, then returned to the MacLeod homestead on Cape Breton Island when Alistair was ten. He grew up in the Dunvegan farmhouse his great-grandfather built in the 1860s.

Gil MacLeod’s path to the writing shack leads through a forest of white birches. Across the trail dead trees guard MacLeod’s right to privacy. We step over the downed trees, ford a stream by walking on a log, and emerge on a beach strewn with rocks and boulders. In the near distance on a bluff overlooking the Gulf of St. Lawrence stands the writer’s shack where Alistair Macleod wrote many of his stories.

Gil MacLeod on beach below writer's shack
Gil MacLeod on a beach below his cousin Alistair’s writer’s shack (photo by Kathleen Wickham)

The cabin, or “shack” as Gil calls it, is surrounded by thick ground cover that smells like juniper. The one-room shack has a fecund, creative quality common to writer’s havens. No electricity. No phone. A plywood board for a writing desk. A folding chair. Silence, sunlight and stories waiting to be told.

Alistair MacLeod’s son, Alexander, a professor at St. Mary’s University in Halifax, whose short story collection Light Lifting was selected 2011 Globe and Mail Book-of-the-Year, reiterates his cousin’s caution. “When you look out the window, this is the island you see. But the figurative island is much more important than the actual one. Although he looked at Margaree Island a lot, and it dominates the view from our house [the MacLeod home just up the road], he was not writing about that particular island in a strictly realistic way. Yes, he was certainly interested in islands, and especially in all their metaphorical possibilities, but he was never trying to accurately represent one particular island. ‘Everybody has experience,’ he used to say, ‘but not everybody can make art.’”

Cape Breton coastline
Cape Breton coast (photo by Kathleen Wickham)

My search for a literary landmark grows legs when I meet MacLeod’s longtime friend, Alice Freeman. “Every time we look at the island [Margaree Island in the Gulf of St. Lawrence] we say that’s the island in No Great Mischief,” says Freeman, speaking at her gift shop on Central Avenue in Inverness. “Remembering the old things can be kind of creepy, actually, but he [MacLeod] told it like it was. One grandfather was rough and tough, and the other was proper. The grandfather on this side liked his drink and the grandmother liked her church. Alistair was a character himself. Always dressed up and wearing his cap.” When asked about the archetypal Calum Ruadh Point, Freeman suggests a likely spot. “There’s a point out from his house. The road is very rough. You’d break an ankle if you tried to go there.” As vague as this description may be, to one who would walk in MacLeod’s footsteps no clue is to be discarded.

In No Great Mischief the narrator, Alexander MacDonald, is orphaned when his parents, keepers of a lighthouse, fall through the frozen ice of the bay and drown. Locals believe that MacLeod drew on an actual drowning at Margaree Island.

Rankin MacDonald, editor of The Oran newspaper in Inverness, points out that the real victims’ son like the fictional Alexander was reared by relatives: The son, Herby, still lives here. Herby’s a fisherman. Well, he’s retired now. But it was his parents [who drowned]. And then he was brought up by somebody else, relatives. We know who we are in our hearts and among ourselves, but then when [MacLeod] articulated it, we said, ‘That’s about my way of life. These are my people.’ And that’s what I think stirs in the hearts of everyone here, why we loved him so much.”

Learning of my search for aCalum Ruadh Point” MacDonald recalls a family cemetery on a bluff where a Scottish emigrant left instructions to be buried facing his homeland. MacLeod’s epic novel was based on his Scottish family’s emigration and their struggle to survive as fishermen.

Intrigued by MacDonald’s suggestion I set out to find the Scottish gentleman’s grave. Half an hour later I am driving along a high ridge overlooking the beach community of Inverness. The county roads can be confusing but an elderly gentleman in a pickup truck stops to show me the way. In drizzling rain I tramp the woods and fields searching for an over grown cemetery. My search proves fruitless but nevertheless is strangely satisfying. But I’m not done yet.

At the Downstreet Café, a local gathering place, Cape Breton author Frank Macdonald appreciates and perhaps sympathizes with my literary-landmark-compulsion. “Alistair does a very good job of not identifying a specific place, but the geography is so accurate and what he describes is all around here. You can walk to it, and it’s just around the next bend on the shore.” Yet, he adds, “MacLeod was adamant that these were creations, not actual places. He did a remarkable job of universalizing these people while keeping them so tremendously real, and you would expect to run into them on the street or in the tavern or in the mines.”

When I ask about Alistair MacLeod’s slow-but-sure writing technique Frank Macdonald tells how his friend once came to him brimming with good news:How much he saw ahead, what was coming, I don’t know, but at one point he did say, ‘I got the end of the book this week.’ This was three or four years before [the novel] was published,” adds Macdonald, “and it was probably the last sentence in No Great Mischief: ‘All of us are better when we are loved.’ He knew where he was going with it.

bluff seen from writers shack
“Calum Ruadh Point” literary landmark as seen from Alistair McCleod’s writing shack (photo by Kathleen Wickham)

I think of the writer’s shack, bare bones and functional, a ray of sunlight blazing on the compact floor like spontaneous literary combustion. MacLeod’s burst of inspiration could well have happened here, in the writer’s shack. I recall looking out the window and seeing what the author saw when he glanced up from his tablet. Alice Freeman’s words reverberate—there’s a point out from his house—his writing shack, she meant, where the salt-stained window reveals Margaree island shining in the sun, and just north of the shack a point of land facing the sea as if rushing out to meet it.

MacLeod brought these coastal cliffs and harbors, country lanes and isolated cottages to life in New York, London, Tokyo, wherever No Great Mischief is being read. Yes, I know, the fictional Calum Ruadh Point was a creation of the author’s fertile imagination, but given the view from his writing shack, until someone sends me in a different direction this fictional landmark of Alistair MacLeod’s Cape Breton Island belongs to me at last.

Alistair MacLeod's grave in St. Margaret's Church cemetery
Alistair MacLeod’s grave in St. Margaret’s Church cemetery, Inverness, NS (photo Kathleen Wickham)

Lawrence Wells is the author of two historical novels, Rommel and the Rebel and Let the Band Play Dixie (Doubleday). His magazine articles have been distributed by the N.Y. Times Syndicate. His memoir In Faulkner’s Shadow will be published September 15, 2020 by University Press of Mississippi.

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