A reasonably good novel, this has too much in motion to suggest its' story here, and its conception deals with the many raging forces which can impinge upon a passive protagonist. Or, Life Hits John Grandy. He is a former teacher who comes to a small lumber town in the Canadian Rockies to take up logging, and he finds succor in labor and meeting living people who are untouched by the war's horrors. They have their own hang-ups. Such as Max, a simple-witted lumberjack and unwitting villain who is the Valentine of the northwoods. Halfway through the reader realizes he has been truly trapped by the calm terror of the internal drama which is achieved through understatement, and even though the opening is slow, the novel strengthens by the close. Harlow wrote Royal Murdoch in 1962. But a likely readership does not suggest itself.