In The Beginning. I retrieved my luggage from the carousel and rolled the bag with its small squeaking plastic wheels into the arrivals hall of Ottawa International Airport. Jetlagged, but relieved to have passed immigration, I saw my host, the artist and novelist Michael O’Brien – a rather tall, lean man in his sixties with silvery curling hair—standing at the exit. In his right hand, he held a little red wooden horse from Dalarna, Sweeden; it was a tribute to my home country, but also the agreed sign of recognition. After introduction and greetings, he smilingly beckoned me with a deep voice to follow him to his car, or not quite his car, but a vehicle belonging to one of his children.
From On the Edge of Infinity, A Biography of Michael D. O’Brien, by Clemens Cavallin. This was a Father’s Day gift to me from our oldest daughter, Kelliann. (I may have mentioned that this book would make a great gift for her dad).
O’Brien has been my favorite novelist (male) for over twenty years and his works have always held a prominent place on my bookshelves. I plan on making short order of this long, awaited biography and learning more about this humble giant in the world of Christian culture. I have also come to realize that there are a few titles I am mssing, so an order is forthcoming.
Any other O’Brien fans out there?