No Great Mischief is a dignified spiritual examination of heritage, loss and re-beginnings, written with a peeled and chiselled music. In a thoughtful and compelling narrative, the book ranges in incident from the shores of Cape Breton to the mines, cliff-faces and flophouses of Canada.

The novel is a monument to the universal human spirit and, especially, to the possibility that the deepest connections between people will survive even in far flung and isolated solitude. The book moves from the past without clinging to it, toward the present, retaining faith in the world’s justice while not repudiating tribal loyalties. MacLeod’s observing eye is non-judgemental, his listening ear descriptively unfaltering.