...a multigenerational, first-person narrative about a son's search for his prodigal father, a church organist that abandoned the boy's mother, a tattoo artist. Unknown to his congregation in Edinburgh, the father has his own secret tattoos. 'He is a collector,' Mr. Irving said, 'an ink addict, who has the need to cover his body like a sheet of music. He's traceable by the tattoo world that he haunts.'
-NY Times
- The forearm, a wrestling mat.
- The shoulder, a maple leaf in homage to his Canadian wife.
