A visceral, luminous novel in translation about a Metis woman tracing the life and death of her son. One late September day, amid the year's first snowfall, the winter child is born. He does not breathe. His mother watches helplessly until "at last the baby uttered a first tentative croak like a frog unsure of spring's arrival." Then again, and again, and again, the winter child narrowly avoids death's reach. But his mother knows: "he would be her wound, she would have to battle to keep him with her, to defend him against the worst of all enemies." Originally published in French and told through alternating and overlapping memories, Winter Child is a powerful meditation on grief and life. With a poet and storyteller's language, Virgina Pésémapéo Bordeleau traces a mother's journey from devastation to strength, descending to the darkest inner depths, and finally finding the generosity of life and love.