There may be some kind of inverse ratio (with a few encouraging exceptions) between bland fiction and the enviable civil peace and social stability of our good neighbor to the north -- but here is another novel about Canada which slicks wide but shallow. English-educated Ceylonese (of Dutch/Portuguese extraction), Mike de Shane, immigrates to Canada -- disinherited and penniless. Determined to climb upward, he interns at a brokerage firm, takes an ill-advised flutter in the market, meets a nice girl, is beastly to her, goes to Montreal, tries the magazine business, finally hits the market again with cronies and earns a million -- which is about to disappear in the drop of '68. Exhausted by the rat race and haunted by guilt because he refused to see his dying father in Ceylon (who had not spoken to him or written in fifteen years), Mike attempts suicide, is brought around and realizes: (1) love is important and there's more in life than being a ""wheel on the street,"" and (2) ""there's a hell of a lot more to being a Canadian than just making a million dollars!"" Oh Can-a-dah!