This is the Winnipeg Free Press in praise of Body Trade in part:
"And if a writer has genuine star quality, a sharper, deeper radiance than most, then he or she ought to be identified and celebrated without delay.
Time may be of the essence. Margaret Macpherson, a relatively unknown Maritime-born Albertan, is such a writer, and Body Trade, her seventh book and second novel, is the proof. She writes with the psychological insight of Carol Shields, the gravitas of Margaret Atwood, the poetic reflexes of Earl Birney and the earthy eroticism of Leonard Cohen, but her voice remains uniquely her own."
Well, I may not be Maritime-born, and I would certainly never ever put myself in the same league as the fabulous writers the reviewer quoted, I am so so glad the book struck a chord. After six weeks of silence, this review has buoyed me up.
