Between the Shores of the Sacred and the Profane: Descant’s Jack Hostrawser Reviews Grayling

Grayling, Gillian Wigmore’s debut novella, follows a man on a canoe trip and personal journey through a dark night of the soul. There’s not a lot more I want to or can tell you about it, specifically, and this is what Descant reviewer Jack Hostrawser and I debated before agreeing on a suitable style for his review, below. Like the northwestern British Columbia landscape in which it is set, Grayling often camouflages more than it reveals.

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Grayling, by Gillian Wigmore, Mother Tongue Publishing, April 2014, 118 pages. Cover painting by Annerose Georgeson.

But there are two scenes I will tell you about. One involves Leonard Cohen. No, not in a sleeping bag (sorry to interrupt your fantasy). The main characters in Grayling have a protracted conversation about the academic and existential meaning of Cohen’s poem-turned-song, “Suzanne.” The scene sticks out and I wondered: What was this long discussion doing there? Why “Suzanne”? Then I remembered — it’s exactly the kind of conversation friends have on a long camping or canoe trip like the one in Grayling. Someone starts something, apropos of nothing, and suddenly everyone’s an expert and wants to weigh in; as though we crave intellectual stimulation but nothing too serious. These are conversations that feel tinged with a sagacious quality simply because they are happening on water, or under stars; they mean everything and nothing. (You know that they’re half crazy, but that’s why you want to be there). But there is another reason why this scene does in fact fit in so well, but I didn’t see that until I’d finished the book. And then it took a while again, until the book was finished with me. Grayling echoes like that.

There’s another scene that I understood immediately and profoundly. The main protagonist bathes a woman in a makeshift bath he has invented for her near the shore. He washes her body carefully, methodically. If you have ever washed the body of a parent or an ailing spouse, you will understand the attention that Gillian Wigmore pays to the gestures in this scene to evoke this deliberate act of devotion. And yes, it’s even more powerful because it is a man washing a woman.

I like how Jack has quoted longer passages of Grayling in his review, rather than excise a sentence here and there. Gillian Wigmore is a published poet but I agree with Jack that Grayling isn’t self-consciously poetic. Like the river landscape in which it’s set, Grayling winds an enigmatic story between the rocky shores of the sacred and the profane.

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Chaos Theory: A Review of Gillian Wigmore’s Grayling

by Jack Hostrawser

In Grayling, Jay sets out in a canoe on the Dease River, trying to make a clean break from his past. A mysterious woman, Julie, saves him from hypothermia then talks her way into the canoe, interrupting his isolation and sending the trip in new directions. Throughout their voyage the book tries to navigate our relationships with intimacy, meaning and the wilderness itself.

“He thought of deer leaping over bushes, out of the path of the fire. Animals too small or slow to get away from the flames occurred to him: beaver and rabbits, their twisted forms vivid, black and red, in his mind. He shivered and paddled on, away from the burn.”

Gillian Wigmore moves from the big questions to focus on detail and character, and she has a poet’s eye for details: her real-life outdoors experience is evident immediately, as well as her talent as a writer. The book is built of a focussed prose that sets to work with energy and draws the meandering river patiently. Her writing has a patience that allows the novella to feel fuller than its few pages suggest.

As the active, observant prose accumulates you realize that the novella is managing, in only one hundred and eleven pages, to carve out a multi-levelled parable that addresses our relationship with sexuality, nature and existentialist fears. Gillian Wigmore crafts a two-person story with depth and convincing, hard-earned humanity, whose characters’ individual needs and desires tangle compellingly. Jay lives a bitter coping strategy that evolves quietly across the narrative in a frustrating and poignant way. Julie begins as an enigma but reveals herself as the two grow closer. These are two people as stubborn, hopeful and frustrating as any of us.

“He looked at her and wondered if she’d decided something while he was sleeping. She didn’t look decided, she just seemed tired and a little dirty. Her hair under her bandana was tangled in clumps. She had soot in the crease of her nose. He saw her small hands around her mug, no rings of dirt under her nails, and he saw her lashes against her skin as she watched the fire, and he felt like there wasn’t a time before he knew her. His world had shrunk to the state of her body and their minds and the particular gravel bar they’d beached upon.”

Gillian Wigmore seems to be a visual writer more than she is a musical one and I think her sentences sometimes miss the mark, overplayed by narration that momentarily loses faith in its ability to enact the emotions it describes. But it was never the individual sentences that made me like this book; it was her reach. The ideas are big — so big I missed some the first time I read it (a certain blog editor had to enlighten me) and I had to reread it immediately to see everything I had missed.

Grayling aligns the minutia of fumbling human relationships with a wilderness that has been both predator and muse since we first tried to lift our heroes into the stars. It takes courage to risk an ambition like that. Gillian Wigmore stands fast and determines to do things I didn’t think could be done in the short space of a novella. And despite the size of the task, she pulls it off.

The final scene enacts a twist that puts everything before it into question. Her conclusion opens new possibilities as it steals away our expected ones; there is never a perfect, clear answer to our questions or our demands. Instead it is simultaneously sun-baked granite, dark pine trees, rough water and the “cold contracting muscle” of a glimmering grayling. You have to leave your calculations and preconceptions at the shore. In the chaotic rush of the Dease, even the pearlescence of a common fish could be sacred.

 ”Another him, one from even a year ago, would have exclaimed at the sight, would have even appreciated exclamations from others, but he stayed quiet, trying to soak the sight in: the swath the river cut into the earth, inarguable, ageless, so enormous and unapologetic he felt as dwarfed and bent as the trees. He couldn’t hold his eyes open wide enough to see it all: the scooped expanse of sand stretching skyward, the small birds swooping out from holes in the cliffs and soaring. The sound of rocks breaking off and crumbling into the river echoed down the valley. In the bow, she was still and silent, too.”

Grayling is a careful but slippery, quiet but brash and ultimately beautiful novella.

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Jack Hostrawser received the York University President’s Prize in short fiction and is published in Existere, Steel Bananas and The Quilliad. He sometimes chases tornadoes and is being taught patience by an old motorcycle. He is currently production editor at Descant (for the fall 2014 Berlin issue), when not working on his first novel.

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The Future is Hear: Writers and Readers in the Age of New Media

I attended a conference on the future of the book in March and wrote a blog post about what I learned: that the future of the book will involve curating more than single-artist creativity; that “reading as something you do by yourself will be outmoded for our children’s children”; and that the future of the book is being developed in the gamer world. And then I promptly went back to my work as a solitary editor and writer, who reads novels and poetry at night and to small children whenever she can.

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courtesy Flickr Creative Commons, Young.

Nikolina Likarevic, who has joined the Descant team through a practicum opportunity with Ryerson University, expands on the ideas of the future of the book in her post below. Nikolina sets the discussion in the context of old vs. new media and provides us with some useful links to explain and support her ideas. (Plus, she gets bonus points for being the first Descant blog writer to use the verb “descant”).

Let us know what you think in the comments section that follows. Do you see this future as really that different from what’s going on now? Is the predicted difference one of degree or kind? And, in this new literary world where everyone shares their ideas and there are no more celebrity writers, um, dare I be so pedantic as to ask: who gets paid, how much, when, and will it be even worse than it is now?

Margaret Atwood, one of our most celebrated and well-known writers, writes alone even though she is one of the biggest proponents and users of new media. Would she be willing to have her next novel “curated” by online readers and editors?

Would you?

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The Future Writer: Creative Collaborator

by Nikolina Likarevic

It’s easier to change one’s terminology than it is to change one’s ideology.

To fit in a new media world, many writers will need to consider shifting their professional ideology from solitary genius to creative collaborator.

Creative communities made up of writers and readers are cropping up all over various new media networks. New media is anything that provides around-the-clock access through digital networks (like YouTube, Facebook and blogs) on digital devices, with constant feedback from other digital network users. This means new media actively promotes a creative, collaborative culture. In this culture, no one person is an expert, or solitary genius; instead everyone contributes to an idea.

courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons, Sean MacEntee.

courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons, Sean MacEntee.

For instance, with this blog post I am directly communicating with Descant blog readers, because readers can debate my ideas — which I have come to through collaboration in long conversations in seminars and speaking with publishing experts — in the comments section at the bottom of this post. Readers can communicate with me in real time, and together we can build on and/or debate my ideas. In fact, in the Western literary culture of the near future such statements as “my ideas” will likely be irrelevant as ideas become more about the collaborative effort of many individuals in real time.

If technology is the future, and new media changes and is changed by technologies and networks, new media will likely morph the future publishing industry even more than it already has. How can writers access these changes?

  1. By co-operating with each other.
  2. By reaching out to their readership, writers can become creative collaborators.

But before a writer can become a creative collaborator, an ideology shift is in order.

Ridding Ourselves of Solitary Genius, Finally

Writers have been working with publishing houses, editors and literary agents for a long time. How is new media so different than the collaboration that has already been happening?

New media demands a fluid relationship between author and readers, and even between author and author. New media ideology is all about changing the long held concept of “the expert,” or solitary genius, that one person can and should claim responsibility over an idea.

From the Vlogbrothers channel on YouTube. Author John Green collaborates with his brother, Hank Green, using YouTube, and their thousands of subscribers create and collaborate with them:

The end of the expert is explored in Present Shock: When Everything Happens Now. Author Douglas Rushkoff comments on how Aristotle’s idea of stories having a beginning, middle and end has become less relevant. An example he uses is the kind of storylines on The Simpsons and Family Guy. The storylines for such TV shows rarely end with the traditional “resolution.” If one idea starts the story, it rarely becomes the middle and/or end discussion. Rather, these storylines display what I would call a tangent mentality. Start with X, X leads to D, and D leads to Y, and you never really feel like you get to a Z. This tangent mentality distorts the A→Z storylines we are used to.

And new media facilitates and encourages this. Now that information and stories are accessible to millions of people and can be commented on and created by millions of people (for example, Twitter and video blogs, or Vlogs), commentary can continue as long as the digital network exists and there are users on that network. Tied-up endings are no longer paramount.

In a story culture where no ending or resolution is in sight, how can one person (i.e., an author) be held responsible for representing the beginning, middle and end? Tangent mentality suggests there is no line between creator and reader, and that ideas flow from person to person and snowball, becoming greater for it.

How to Become a Community Creator: With Each Other

Is new media killing the publishing industry? Professionals are saying significant changes are forthcoming. (Take a look at the article “Literature Is Not the Same Thing as Publishing,” for more about the publishing industry.) The large presses and news conglomerates often cannot adapt quickly enough to keep up with new media. Yet, if you’re a writer or artist, having new media at your fingertips is invaluable.

New media, such as Twitter, LinkedIn, and Facebook, make it easier than ever for writers to find their own representatives (i.e., managing editors and literary agents) and to access smaller presses. Whichever way these relationships are fostered in the near future – whether writers hire editor(s) for assistance with grammar, ideas, and/or collaboration – as the “big” publishing industry shifts, editors will have more recognizably collaborative roles.

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A wordl cloud made from the text of this article.

Additionally, as Douglas Rushkoff discusses, in a new media culture where everyone’s opinions are heard at once, it is vital for writers to come together and create community.

This ensures a support system for writers (and editors, literary agents, etc.) and the possibility to collaborate with others. In a new media culture it is important for writers to have the opportunity for validation and to fully descant on their artistic projects.

How to Become a Micro-Community Creator: Readers

Writers (with the editor, literary agent, and/or fellow writers, etc.) can work beyond their kitchen tables by reaching out to potential or existing readers through new media.

With digital networks the author can be interactive. For example, the writer can:

  • Discuss writing/ideas in blog posts and readers can comment.
  • Create storyboards of their process online, on such programs like Twine, or share their notes on Google Drive.
  • Create videos, and/or Vlogs (video blogs), on YouTube.
  • Set up a funding platform on Kickstarter, or Subbable, where readers can actively support the art about which they are passionate.

These interactive networks give readers the chance to share what they love with the creator(s) and other readers – to create a micro-community. On such digital platforms readers can respond with their own art and collaborate with other readers and the author to create more art.

If you search author “Stacey May Fowles” (former Descant circulation intern!) on YouTube, you’ll find a video titled “Books in 140 Seconds: Fear of Fighting by Stacey May Fowles,” in which readers Jen Knoch and Erin Balser give a 140 second review of the book:

Authors interested in creating a virtual community can create a YouTube channel and comment on videos like the one above, or link to them on their blogs. This increases the chances of them being seen by more people and connects the author’s readership/viewership. A potential collaborative project, based on the content in the above video, could be an author reaching out to reviewers for a virtual interview.

In this way, new media offers up the possibility for writers to organize which communities they want to be a part of and to communicate with their readers, creating micro-communities based on their particular cultural productions.

It’s looking like writers in the near future will be nothing without their micro-communities.

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Nikolina Likarevic joins the Descant team through a practicum for the MA in Literatures of Modernity program at Ryerson University. Currently, she is working on a science fiction novel and on creating a career out of writing and her other interests (cultural studies, new media, political science, etc.). Feel free to contact her on her personal blog here or on Twitter (@NLikare).

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On Launching and Leaving

The beautiful cover of Descant 165, chosen months ago by Editor-in-Chief Karen Mulhallen, turned out to be prescient on the eve of our launch party. But despite the deluge Tuesday night, we had a great turnout. Guests who didn’t quite make it before the heavens opened, arrived sopping wet regardless of umbrellas and mad dashes from cabs. But as drenched Descant Co-editor Paul Fowler pointed out, we’re not made of sugar.

Descant Editor-in-Chief Karen Mulhallen...

Descant Editor-in-Chief Karen Mulhallen, more than 44 years at the helm of one of Canada’s most distinguished literary magazines.

Production Editor Ekraz Singh not only put together a gorgeous issue, but she pulled off a great party too. Hot nibblies, cold beer and a room full of lit-loving friends. As good luck would have it, the guest who bought the most raffle tickets won the big box-o-books from ChiZine Publications. There must have been 20 novels in there, each one weirder than the next which suited Darren just fine.

Descant Production Editor Ekraz Singh

Descant Production Editor, Ekraz Singh, telling us about the raffle prizes.

Descant staffers Kim Griffith and Sophie .... at the "merch" table. I won the 3 copies of filling Station. No, there's no conflict of interest there.

Descant staffers Kim Griffiths and Sophie McCreesh at the “merch” table.

We had a surprise guest (I invited him on Twitter and he came, hence the surprise). Paul Carlucci braved the storm warnings and came in from Hamilton to celebrate with us. Last month Paul won the Danuta Gleed award for his first collection of short stories, The Secret Life of Fission (Oberon Press).

Paul Carlucci (in distant left, facing camera) asking Descant co-editor Jason Paradiso if we would pay for his gas from Hamilton. Contributor Assia Messaoudi in foreground checking out the raffle table.

Paul Carlucci (in distant left, facing camera) asking Descant Associate Editor-in-Chief (Production) Jason Paradiso if we would pay for his gas from Hamilton (no). But we did offer to walk his dog.

I was struck by the different styles of our four readers –Heather Babcock (“Of Being Underground and Moving Backwards”), Assia Messaoudi (“dear stranger”), Mary Corkery (“Conversation”) and Mark Kingwell (“Parties, Parties, More Parties”). Beneath Heather’s straightforward prose, lurks something sweaty and uncomfortable. Assia’s poetry-from-the-margins drew a number of nods and murmurs from her audience. Mary’s poems about her sister’s struggle with cancer were intimate and harrowing.

Heather Babcock

Heather Babcock

Mary Corkery

Mary Corkery

I think everyone clapped a little bit harder when it was announced that this was Assia’s first publication. Descant has published a lot of firsts who went on to award-winning acclaim, so we’ll keep our eye on this young woman.

Assia Messaoudi reading us "stranger aldkjfad".

Assia Messaoudi reading us her “dear stranger.”

Mark Kingwell, longtime contributing editor to Descant, told us a funny story and, I think, coined a phrase. Once upon a time he was in a bookstore in Hillsborough, New Hampshire. He pulled out a slim volume from the shelves, Parties: Scenes from Contemporary New York Life, by Carl van Vechten, a patron of the Harlem Renaissance in the 1920s and later the literary executor of Gertrude Stein. And, according to Mark, “a great narcissist.” Mark said he knew he’d found something interesting, but, in one of those later hard-to-explain moments, he put the book back on the shelf and walked out of the store without it. Despite the fact that it was only 98 cents. Ok, American. But still.

Then it set in: leaver’s remorse.

I know this feeling. It has a similar sinking feeling to buyer’s remorse, but where buyer’s remorse usually fills us with disappointment, frustration and anger, leaver’s remorse is tinged with sadness and longing. Probably because it begs the bigger existential questions.

It’s not like Mark could just slap his forehead and head back to the bookstore, fingers crossed the book was still there. He was back in Toronto before the full force of his leaver’s remorse set in (I’m leaving that rhyme there; it has rap potential). Instead, when he would hear that friends were traveling to New Hampshire, he’d ask them to look for the book.

He went so far as to draw a map of the inside of the bookstore and exactly where he’d last seen the volume. A map of where he’d been and what he didn’t bring back with him. A treasure map; a cartography of regret.

[If you were looking for a writing prompt today, look no further.]

Descant Contributing Editor, Mark Kingwell.

University of Toronto philosophy prof and Descant Contributing Editor, Mark Kingwell.

You’ll have to read Mark Kingwell’s contribution to find out what happened (you had to know I was going to say that). Lucky launch goers bought their copies for $10 and a year’s subscription for $20. Look for Descant 165 at your local book and magazine stores. Or have it delivered to your door four times a year.

You won’t regret it. No matter what you’re made of.

Cover art by Scott McKowen.

Cover art and inside illustrations by Scott McKowen.

Summer Launch: join us and let Descant 165 take you away

We celebrate each new issue of Descant with a big party. Our launches are free and open to everyone — plus, we provide great nibblies. It’s a great way for us to connect with our readers and contributors and carry on our conversations about writing and art in person… with a beverage in hand. If you haven’t been to one of our launches yet, come out and meet us on June 17, at Pauper’s Pub in Toronto.

Our summer launch is listed by blogTO as a top 10 summer 2014 book and literary event!

Production Editor, Ekraz Singh, is very serious about summer. Especially this summer, which, just a short time ago, didn’t even seem possible.

Cover art by Scott McKowen.

Cover art by Scott McKowen.

Ekraz is the person most intimately involved with the issue, so I’ll let her tell you about it.

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Descant 165 Summer Carnival

Our Descant 165 summer issue will take you places you may, or may not, want to go. Our cover artwork by Scott McKowen, who has created numerous posters for productions of Shakespearean plays, features the goddess Diana holding Pericles’s ship in a protective embrace while generating wind and waves. The airy current is carried along throughout the issue as the stories, poems, essays and artwork contained within its pages have the potential to sweep readers to tropical destinations, modest towns, marvellous cities and the interior landscapes of sundry personae.

Through “Something Sour, Something Sweet,” Patrick Roscoe lures you several miles inland from a coastal town, far from any streets or lights or neighbours, into a hut that stands on the edge of a field filled with thistles and weeds — a place where you’ll witness a mother do the unthinkable.

With “Pilgrims and Indians,” Craig Hartglass pulls you into a snow-swept town that’s fully equipped with a skating rink and is frigid enough to make you want to put away the popsicles that the sweltering heat in Heather Babcock’s “Of Being Underground and Moving Backwards” might make you crave.

Clockwise, top left: Ekraz Singh, Jack Hostrawser, Yusuf.. Kim and Sophie.

Descant staff, clockwise, top left: Ekraz Singh, production editor for our summer issue, Jack Hostrawser, Yusuf Saadi, Kimberley Griffiths and Sophie McCreesh.

Jerome McGann puts us on a tilt-a-whirl in the form of “Some Incidents in the Life of My Old Pal Virgil” (a tribute to his good friend, Virgil Burnett). Gordon Massman shows us the sexier side of beloved cartoon characters in one of his poems. Alan Bao escorts us to China in “Waiting for the Rain,” where we can absorb colourful scenery and witness a young man struggle to understand his roots. Glen Sorestad showcases fragments of Cuba in his contemplative poems, “The Cuban Master Poet Reflects” and “Guantanamero.” Patsy Short transports us to nineteenth century Paris in “Opening” where we find out what happens after Giacomo Puccini’s La Bohème.

Andy Verboom, winner of this year’s Winston Collins/Descant Poetry Prize, invites you back to his last day of school to watch him burn all of his books in “Rite.”

Andy Verboom, reading  his prize-winning "Rite" at the launch of Descant 164 in April.

Andy Verboom, reading his prize-winning “Rite” at the launch of Descant 164 in April.

Descant co-editor Rebecca Payne’s “Dear Ms. Gallant” is a salute to the brilliant Canadian short story writer who died this past February. Many more engaging writers — including Stephen Behrendt, Andrew J. Khaled Madigan, Kayla J. Schwartz, Mary Corkery, Robert Hirschfield, Assia Messaoudi, Cara Evans, Stevie Howell, Matthew Walsh, Charles Fraser, Milton P. Elrich, Jami Macarty, Kay Armatage, Mark Kingwell, and Karen Mulhallen — are sure to entertain and transport you.

Want to get your hands on a copy of the issue? Descant’s summer reader will soon be available from booksellers across the country and at our launch party:

 Tuesday, June 17th at 7pm

Pauper’s Pub (second floor, piano room) Toronto

Our five scheduled readers include some of the best emerging and established Toronto-based writers:

  • Heather Babcock explores the voids created by death.
  • Mary Corkery sheds light on an unconventional, inaudible conversation.
  • Stevie Howell takes you inside an outpatient methadone pharmacy.
  • Mark Kingwell candidly rifles through lush slices of New York’s past.
  • Assia Messaoudi dives into the dark depths of the urbanite’s lonely condition.

Thanks to our generous donors, you’ll also have the chance to win raffle prizes from North American literary magazines and publishing houses including Brick, Echolocation, Existere, Glass Buffalo, filling Station, Prism International, Riddle Fence, ChiZine Publications, Coach House Books, Goose Lane Editions and Thistledown Press.

As always, copies and subscriptions will be sold at launch-only discounted prices of $10 and $20 respectively.

For more information about the readers, updates on the launch and to RSVP for the event, please visit our Facebook page.

We look forward to seeing you!

By Ekraz Singh

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Ekraz Singh is a nearby-Toronto writer and editor, and production editor at Descant as well as executive editor at Existere. She is currently working on her first novel. Follow her on Twitter: @EkrazSingh

Griffin Shortlist Evening: straight to the heart of poetry

I had a most extraordinary experience of silence last Wednesday night at the Griffin Poetry Prize Shortlist Reading, here in Toronto. In a packed theatre you expect a certain amount of noise — a cough, shoes shuffling, program pages turning – even where there should be none. But it seemed to me there was indeed actual silence between the words and the lines of Anne Michael’s poetry. She read to us with a seriousness and intensity that both dared and demanded our complete devotion.

The Griffin Poetry Prize, the most generous poetry prize in the world, awards $65,000 each to a Canadian and an International poet. Each of the finalists gets a cheque for $10,000. And everyone gets a night of hearing some of the best poets in print today (for only $17.50!). Brenda Hillman, this year’s winner in the international category was, like the other finalists, emphatic in her thanks to the audience: “Thank you for coming, thank you for reading poetry.” Brazilian poet Adélia Prado received the Lifetime Achievement Award. I’d never heard of her before but this weekend will search for translations of her work.

“The smallest of poems is a servant of hope.”

~Adélia Prado

All of us at Descant send our congratulations to each of the finalists and especially to Canadian winner Anne Carson, whose “Short Talks” we published in 1991 (Descant 74). On Wednesday night, the tall and regal-looking 63 year-old told the audience that a friend of hers said he liked her (first) book by the same title, but he admitted he thought it was called “Small Cocks.” Through the surprised laughter I heard her say, “I thought I’d called it that, too!”

Of the many beautiful, funny and moving words I heard that night (and Sue Goyette’s line, “the ocean is the original mood ring” is all three), it was that sudden and profound silence that I keep thinking about; a silence borne of words, in between words — made of words. It brought me, in Brenda Hillman’s words, “straight to the heart of poetry.”

Griffin Logo_0As it was Descant volunteer Justin Lauzon’s first time at the event, I’ll let him tell you about it in more detail.

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Griffin Poetry Prize 2014

As poetry lovers young and old walked across the second storey bridges in Koerner Hall, we were ushered in by the sound of trumpets playing from one of the balconies of the original brick building. If this sounds pretentious, don’t be fooled. A night at the Griffin Poetry Prize Shortlist Reading is both intimate and humble, even if sprinkled with a few brass instruments. I was taken aback by the elegant modern design of the Koerner building, which merges the old brick façade of the Royal Conservatory with so much light coming in through the three-storey windows.

The evening began with an introduction by Scott Griffin, the big cheese, during which he announced Margaret Atwood’s retirement from the Griffin’s Trustees. Atwood has been on the board since its inception in 2000, but now, after voluntarily stepping down, has been succeeded by poet Karen Solie and prolific Irish novelist (and poet) Cólm Toibín.

Each writer was introduced by one of the judges, all of whom praised the tough competition this year, which amounted to a whopping 539 book entries, from 40 countries, in 25 languages. Scott Griffin thanked the immense, if not herculean effort of the judges. On stage, there was one less chair than there were people, forcing the writers to play a strategic game of switcheroo musical chairs, each speaker taking the seat of the following one, shifting positions throughout the night, constantly gaining a new perspective.

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The international poets kicked off the readings, beginning with English poet Rachael Boast (Pilgrim’s Flower, 2013) who said “it’s lovely to see so many people here this evening. The last poetry reading I gave was to six people. Six of my students. In a disreputable pub.” It was a great introduction into the intimacy of the rest of the event; though 1000 people were in attendance, the whole thing seemed very personal. American poet and social activist Brenda Hillman (Seasonal Works with Letters on Fire, 2013) told a moving story of her father in intensive care, who, as a farm boy, chose a pig’s valve instead of a plastic one for his heart surgery. After a few stumbled lines of thank yous, American poet Carl Phillips (Silverchest,2013) stood at the podium and commented, “I don’t say a lot during readings because it usually comes out…stupid.” The audience chuckled as he went on to read the first of four poems that clearly spoke on their own.

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Brenda Hillman, poet and social activist, won in the international category.

But no one sounded stupid, and it was refreshing to hear experienced poets talk about, and read their own work. Hillman spoke of poetry as “an investigation of the mystery of existence.” Canadian poet Sue Goyette (Ocean, 2013) commented on how the environment in the theatre had changed over the course of a couple of hours: “I can feel the air is different now. When we first sat down it was just plain old air, but now it’s fortified with all these poems. I’d be doing a lot of inhaling if I were you.” And when Toronto’s own Anne Michaels finished off the night with an interweaving selection from Correspondences (2013), she closed with a beautiful line that summed up the elusive nature of poetry: “the line break forever [changes] the word above and the word below, altered by breath.”

Anne Michaels was shortlisted for Correspondences.

Descant contributor Anne Michaels was shortlisted for Correspondences. Our evening program was constructed like her beautiful book — accordion architecture that circled back on itself.

As a welcome change, the writers didn’t take themselves too seriously, and some really had fun. After Carl Phillips read one of his solemn final lines, “why do we love at all,” he paused to grab his water, then added wryly, “because it’s actually quite rewarding.” The audience howled. He said that the final line was good at the time, but now seemed a little dramatic. Anne Carson (Red Doc>, 2013) read from Short Talks, and got the audience to participate with a word or line which we recited on cue (“deciduous?” a thousand voices queried enthusiastically).

Anne Carson won the Canadian prize this year and...

Anne Carson won the Canadian prize this year. She also won the inaugural prize in 2001.

A highlight of the evening was the presentation of the Lifetime Achievement Award. Griffin Trustee and former US Poet Laureate Robert Hass presented the award to Brazilian poet Adélia Prado, “a sexy, mystical, Catholic poet.” She came on stage with a translator and read her speech in Portuguese, and at the end gracefully thanked the audience herself with both “thank you,” and “merci,” a simple touch that spoke volumes of her charm.

Brazilian poet Adelio Prado, reading her acceptance speech with the help of her translator.

Brazilian poet Adelio Prado, reading her acceptance speech with the help of her translator.

Maria Rosenthal, who translated Tomasz Rozycki’s Kolonie (2006), did a joint reading with the Polish poet. Four poems were read, in both English and the original Polish, the latter elegantly read by Rozycki, in a near duplicated cadence from the English translation. Rosenthal thanked the Griffin Trust for including translations in the competition because “not everyone understands the art that goes into it.”

To close, Scott Griffin presented each writer with a leather-bound copy of their own book. The final prize was given out the following evening and the poets seemed to enjoy the low pressure of the shortlist reading night. And it’s precisely that atmosphere that will bring me back next year, whoever the nominees may be, for this much needed celebration of poetry.

By Justin Lauzon

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Justin Lauzon is one of Descant’s newest volunteers. He has reviewed Texas, Kafka’s Hat and, with Jack Hostrawser, co-authored this review of Rove for us. Justin is a writer and teacher from Oakville, interested in magic realism. He studied fiction at York University and the Humber School for Writers, and is currently working on his first novel. Check out his film blog, “The Alternate Take,” here and follow him on twitter, @JLauzonwrites.

The Novella: neglected middle child of prose

A canoe is not a small ship, a shrub is not a miniature tree, a child is not a pint-sized adult and a novella is not a short novel (sorry Merriam-Websters). It is the middle child of prose, defined against the (longer) novel and (shorter) story. And like a middle child, it is often left out and therefore free to make its own discoveries and carve its own path.

After poetry month (April) and short story month (May), June is novella month. We do not make this up. But someone did.

After poetry month (April) and short story month (May), June is novella month. We do not make this up. But someone did.

We’ve all read a number of novellas. The list of possibilities is impressive and includes: The Awakening (1899, Kate Chopin), Heart of Darkness (1899, Joseph Conrad), The Metamorphosis (1915, Franz Kafka), Of Mice and Men (1937, John Steinbeck), The Stranger (1942, Albert Camus), The Little Prince (1943, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry), Animal Farm (1945, George Orwell), The Ballad of the Sad Café (1951, Carson McCullers), A Clockwork Orange (1962, Anthony Burgess), Black Water (1992, Joyce Carol Oates)… Goodreads has a list (of course) of the “greatest novellas.”

Historically, some consider that English novelist, dramatist and spy, Aphra Behn, published the first novella. Oroonoko, a love story about an African king, slavery, dismemberment, decapitation and death was published in 1688 (she died the next year, at age 49). Of course the Russians made the novella into an art form. Ivan Turgenev published the autobiographical novella First Love in 1860, about a young man in love with a woman that he eventually discovers is his father’s lover (in a creepy scene involving a riding crop) and everything ends horribly (misogyny alert).

A novella is defined, in part, by its length — somewhere between 20,000 and 50,000 words (whereas a novel is generally somewhere between 80,000 and 100,000 words). This translates to about 100-150 pages. While length isn’t everything, it does limit and guide structure. The novel has the luxury of more pages with which to explore sub-plots; a novella does not.

Novellas tend to focus on the personal, psychological journey of one main character, through one point of view, and usually over a period of just a few days.

Although, there are exceptions. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie covers 20+ years (1969, Muriel Spark). Like the novel, the poem and other written forms, “although, there are exceptions” could be added to each of the points I make here. Language is slippery like that. So are writers.

A novella does not usually have chapters. Like the short story, passages of time or changes of location are differentiated with extra paragraph spaces, or sometimes a blank page but not chapter numbers or titles.

Novellas are not easy to sell. I once came across what I thought a comical piece of advice to writers on a well-known publisher’s website. In answer to a writer’s question about how to get his novella published, the expert responded with something like, “my first piece of advice to you is to expand your novella into a full-length novel.”

Novellas are often published with other short stories, such as the case with Mavis Gallant’s The Pegnitz Junction: A Novella and Five Stories (1984) and Stephen King’s Different Seasons (1982), a collection of four novellas, three of which ended up on the big screen, including the popular “Shawshank Redemption.” Alice Munro’s “The Albanian Virgin,” considered by some to be a novella, was published in her short story collection Open Secrets (1994). By my rough estimate, this story is about 17,000 words, so a bit on the short side for a novella. And it’s much more complicated than many novellas in terms of passage of time, so again not neatly a novella. (But that’s Alice Munro for you. For each rule writer’s learn, any Alice Munro story can be held up as an example of breaking it).

Years ago, Descant sponsored a novella contest. Unfortunately, the time and money required outran the staff and volunteers at hand, so we didn’t keep it up. But our very own Michelle Alfano, now Descant’s assistant-editor-in-chief (administration), published a novella. Made Up of Arias won the 2010 Bressani Prize for Short Fiction. Michelle managed to pack a lot of character into the slim volume:

Lilla, Joey and Clara Pentangeli, their father Salvatore and their mercurial mother Seraphina live on Paradise Street behind a giant billboard, in a charmed world filled with operatic heroines. Seraphina idolizes Maria Callas. Between bouts of housework, she re-enacts Violetta’s death scene from La Traviata, dresses in a kimono like CioCioSan in Madama Butterfly, and concocts outrageous tales for her three enchanted children.

The Malahat Review sponsors a novella contest every two years. Their next deadline is February, 2016. Not many literary magazines will publish a novella for the obvious reason that they take up so much space. Publishing one writer’s novella means not publishing several other short story writers. But here is a link to a list of places that do consider novellas for publication.

Quattro Books Logo

Quattro Books, in Toronto, consider themselves “the home of the novella” (literary only, not genre). Their Ken Klonsky Novella Contest inspired my idea for this blog post. From June 1st to July 31st, 2014, they are accepting submissions for their novella competition. If you win, your  manuscript will be published this fall — yes, you could go from an idea to a book-in-hand in less than six months. Of course, in that same time, Stephen King will have written two blockbuster bestsellers, but don’t think about that. Think about the launch party and how great it will feel to be both a contest winner and an author, all in one fell swoop. (Just make sure you avoid clichés like that). One of Quattro’s Ken Klonsky Novella Contest winners for 2012 was Terri Favro, for The Proxy Bride (in which there are chapters). Writing tip #54: Always a good idea to read the work of previous winners before entering a contest.

Terri Favro won the Quattro Ken Klonsky Novella contest for The Proxy Bride, in 2012.

Terri Favro won the Quattro Ken Klonsky Novella contest for The Proxy Bride, in 2012.

I’m rereading James Joyce’s novella The Dead. If a short story is something to sink your teeth into and a novel something to which you lend your heart and soul, The Dead suggests to me that a good novella merges these two experiences. A novella is intense, like a short story, but it also refracts and extends your vision, similar to a novel. And, recalling the ending of James Joyce’s brilliant story, I want to add that the novella can bring you, suddenly, to your knees.

 

 

 

 

Descant feature volunteer interview: Jann Everard

One Sunday afternoon each month, Descant volunteers, interns, co-editors and staff meet to read submissions and discuss the business of running a literary magazine. Sometimes people ask me about the kinds of people at these meetings (I know what they’re really asking is: what kind of people are judging my writing?!). There have been up to 30 of us at these meetings although generally it’s closer to 20. Some have degrees in English, though certainly not all. Some are interns, and come from a publishing program at Ryerson or York University. And some, like Jann Everard, come in off the street — Word On The Street, that is.

Michael XXXX, Descant's Editorial Intern, organizing our glamorous WOTS spot.

Michael Chen, Descant‘s summer 2013 Editorial Intern, organizing our glamorous Word On The Street spot, September 2013.

When we set up our tent for the annual event last fall, in Toronto, I grabbed a bunch of colourful flyers and started pacing our allotted 12 feet, looking for a friendly face to accost, in a literary manner. One of those faces turned out to be Jann’s and soon enough she and I and Michelle Alfano, now our Assistant-Editor-in-Chief (Administration), were chatting about writing and mutual friends and, of course, Descant. Jann came to our next launch and then editorial meeting and has come to each one since.

Jann Everard is well published — that is, she has been published often and in good places. She has had three essays published in The Globe and Mail, “Facts and Arguments,” she’s had short stories published in Grain and The Antigonish Review (this spring), as well as Room, The Fiddlehead, The Dalhousie Review, and at least a dozen other publications. In fact, reading her writing resumé could be considered a good introduction to Canadian journals! Here is just a selection of her publications.

Her answers to the following questions about being a writer are candid, useful and funny. While she admits in this interview that she struggles with getting to the page, in the eight months I’ve known her, I’ve come to regard Jann as a serious and dedicated writer. She is also, as other serious writers are, a great support to all her writing friends.

And of course, she’s a great addition to our Descant family.

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Jann Everard: writes in Toronto, imagines elsewhere.

Jann Everard: writes in Toronto, imagines elsewhere.

When (or how) did you first know you wanted to write?

JE: I suspect that every avid reader has a moment when they are inspired to give writing a try. I took a break from employment to be with my kids when they were young so I tried my hand at writing children’s books first. I took a course with Sharon Jennings, author of some of the Franklin’s First Readers. All those early efforts still sit in my files. Children’s books are harder to write (and get published) than people think.

Can you tell us a little about your writing process?

JE: I don’t have much discipline. I don’t get up a 5:00 a.m. to write. I don’t write every day. I fit writing around the rest of my life. But years ago I went to a CANSCAIP event and the keynote speaker said something that resonated. I don’t remember her name but she had four young kids, a full-time job and had published five or more books. She said it was important for her to see herself as “a writer who is a mother” not “a mother who writes.” I still fall into the latter camp. But I see a time, very soon, when I will finally be a writer first.

What do you find easiest and hardest about the writing life?

JE:  I didn’t start writing seriously until after a 14-year career in the Ontario Ministry of Health and a few years at home. I have an MHA, not an MFA. At work, I spent a lot of time writing briefing notes and policy papers. So I had a steep learning curve when it came to creative writing. I took some courses and went to workshops to help me get started but, for the most part, I learned through trial and error. It was hard to figure out who I was as a writer. After children’s writing, I explored travel writing and poetry. I sent a couple of personal essays to the Globe and Mail’s “Facts and Arguments” and they were accepted. So then I looked into creative nonfiction. It wasn’t until writer/editor Deb Loughead rejected a piece I’d submitted for an anthology, with a kind note suggesting I submit it to Room Magazine, that I started to look closely at the adult short story as a form. It took me a long time to get to that point. Others may be surer from the start.

The easiest part of being a writer? What’s better than sitting in the local pub listening to other writers read to you?

What do you know now that you wish your first teacher or mentor had told you, but didn’t?

I’m sure my early writing teachers told me everything I needed to know. But did I listen?

One of those early teachers was Sarah Selecky. I told Sarah I had trouble revising my work. So Sarah developed a course on Deep Revision. She was very gentle. We sat in her living room with soft lighting and herbal tea. She guided us through various techniques to help see our work with fresh eyes. At one point she suggested we cut our MS into pieces and physically rearrange it. I couldn’t do it. I was still in love with my imperfect draft. I wish she’d beaten me over the head and forced me to hack at it with scissors! I still find revision hard.

(Btw, Sarah has been offering much of that instruction free on her website as part of the run-up to her contest deadline.)

What are 3 things you think a new writer should know?

JE: 

1) Your work will be rejected.

2) Your work will be rejected, even though it is good work.

3) You will rarely be given a reason why your work has been rejected.

Corollary: I can’t overemphasize the importance of finding a group of people who will provide constructive criticism. Treasure those people. Buy them drinks. Return the favour when they need feedback. Analyzing someone else’s work hones your own skills. It forces you to ask what’s working and what’s not working.

It’s also important to recognize that the kind of feedback you will need (or can give) will change and evolve with time. In my early career, all the people in my critique circle were women. I purposely sought out some male writers to help me later on. I needed to know that my male characters rang true. Some of my original writing friends are now working on, or finishing, novels. I feel less equipped to help them with structure, but I can still offer them copy editing.

What do you enjoy most about being a writer?

JE: Meeting other writers. They are a diverse and interesting group, for sure! I’ve made some close friends in writing classes. I obtained my current part-time job (totally unrelated to writing) through a connection I made in a writing class.

What is the thing that (negatively) surprised you most about being a writer?

JE: That what I spend on paper, ink, postage, journal subscriptions and books is always so much more than what I am paid as a writer. While I was flattered to discover recently that a college in NYC had used a story of mine in a workshop, I was disturbed to find out that 1) it was available to them online through an academic listserve without my knowledge, and 2) creators are not compensated when universities make these arrangements.

Have your parents ever read your stories and what do they think/say?

JE: They have read a few. By the time a story makes it to print, I’ve moved on. It seems anticlimactic and I’m not good at self-promotion. If it’s near Christmas, I’ll slip a journal with my writing into my father’s stocking. He has written several military history books and, at 87, is still a prodigious reader. He thinks my short stories lack proper endings.

What’s the longest you’ve waited to hear back from a magazine?

JE: Up to a year. I’ve also had stories rejected that I’d previously withdrawn. And one journal rejected the same story twice, even though I hadn’t resubmitted it. That felt harsh! But these moments have to be laughed off. Journals are often volunteer-run. We all make mistakes.

What’s your advice to new writers about handling rejection?

JE: Have lots of dark chocolate on hand. I mean lots.

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Jann Everard is new to Twitter! You can find and follow @JannEverard.

 

10 Lit Links to Fill up 10 Weekends: Our First Listicle

Apparently, we online idlers cannot resist the appeal of listicles, those ubiquitous numbered lists of themed ideas fleshed out just enough to pass for an article. You know the ones I mean:

  • “3 Tips to Feel Happier Right Now,” or
  • “5 Ways To Get Published Before You Die,” or
  • “10 Meditations to Alleviate the Pain of Rejection.”

I suspect this musical version is the original.

Here’s our contribution to this form of *cough* journalism. It has taken me months to compile because I kept falling in. I hope there’s a little something for everyone here — but lists point to absences so please use the ‘comments’ below to let us know about others you’ve used and would recommend. Happy falling! Maybe pack a lunch…

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10 Lit Links Covering… Everything?

1.  May is short story month (who comes up with these things? where is their office?), so I’m going to start with one of my favourites. Chris Power writes a column for The Guardian, “A Brief Survey of the Short Story.”

http://www.theguardian.com/books/series/abriefsurveyoftheshortstory

So far, he’s written about 59 short story writers, including Canadians Mavis Gallant and Alice Munro. I send out this link on twitter occasionally and also to friends (sometimes AS a birthday present). I want The Guardian to organize it better, and then I want them to print it as a book. If you can think of a short story writer, she or he is likely in this survey. And Power writes so well it’s just a pleasure to read anyway.

Chris Power

Chris Power

(I don’t know where he finds the time to do all the reading and writing and bon-vivant-about-town that he does. Do you have a stable of ghost writers, Chris Power?)

2.  The Gutenberg Project was started in 1971, long before desktop computers were available to the masses.

http://www.gutenberg.org/

They offer 45,000+ online, free, public domain books for you to download or read online.

3.  WorldCat, according to their website, “is the world’s largest network of library content and services.”

http://www.worldcat.org/

It is The Library of all libraries, and therefore the largest library in the universe. (Only the internets and its meta-searchers make hyperbole pedantic).

4.  Representative Poetry Online. General editor, Marc R. Plamondon. 4800 poems in English and French by 700 poets, over 1400 years.

http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/

Vous n’avez pas besoin d’autres. Pour le weekend.

5.  History of Canadian Literature starting “from presettlement to 1900″ – both English and French Canada:

http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/91950/Canadian-literature

 6.  You can search The Paris Review of Author Interviews by specific name, or by decade.

http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews

Starting in the 1950s, you can read interviews with Isak Dinesen, Joyce Cary, and Frank O’Connor (and many others), up through the decades with Eudora Welty, Chinua Achebe, Paul Auster… Oh never mind. It took me 3 hours to write that sentence. Must.Stop.Falling.In.

Paris Review217

 

7.  The Theoi Project website has more than 1,500 pages of information about Greek Gods, organized alphabetically, by family tree and vertiginous twigs.

http://www.theoi.com/

This is a great resource if you are reading a book with explicit or nuanced mythological themes and you just want to, ahem, remind yourself of their origins. Of course it’s also helpful if you want to include any of these superpowered characters in your own work. From their website:

“Welcome to the Theoi Project, a site exploring Greek mythology and the gods in classical literature and art. The aim of the project is to provide a comprehensive, free reference guide to the gods (theoi), spirits (daimones), fabulous creatures (theres) and heroes of ancient Greek mythology and religion.”

8.  100 Search Engines for Academic research. For writing that requires research, or if you want to get answers for that pesky recurring thought about the meaning of life, try these (recently updated) meta-links to academic search engines.

http://www.teachthought.com/technology/100-search-engines-for-academic-research/

 9.  American, Canadian and First Nations Literature Database. This University of Northern British Columbia site is not pretty, but be patient.

http://libguides.unbc.ca/content.php?pid=451991&sid=3703468

You can either type and send a direct question and you will receive an answer by email, or you can search the database.

There’s also a link here to the Postcolonial Literature Research Guide.

If you want to peruse or buy books written by First Nations authors, check out the First Nations-owned and operated Theytus Books, the oldest publisher of Indigenous authors in Canada. According to their website: “In Salish, ‘theytus’ means ‘preserving for the sake of handing down.’”

10.  And then there’s YouTube. Type in an author’s name — even someone long dead, or alive before the invention of TV — and there will likely be a clip of some kind. I uploaded 10(!) examples in this blog post. I recommend you type in the search words “big think interviews writers” in YouTube. You will get pages and pages of clips of authors responding to questions about writing, from 3 or 4 minutes long, to more than half an hour. The first few pages are heavily weighted with men, but there are more women as you head through the pages. Here is the wonderful Isabel Allende, a Descant contributor, talking about where her ideas come from and about her writing process:

So this weekend, hop on the bus, Gus, you don’t need to discuss much. Just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free… In the morning you’ll begin to see the light.

If you ever get to bed, that is.

Launch of a New Lit Mag: Welcome Humber Literary Review

At the launch party on Wednesday, hooting and hollering accompanied publisher Vera Beletzan’s announcement of the birth of The Humber Literary Review. At a time when every other self-appointed arts pundit proclaims the death of the book/magazine/reader, the enthusiasm in the packed Gladstone Hotel venue was heartening.

A year ago, Vera Beletzan and her colleagues in Humber College’s English Department floated the idea and asked: (1) Does Canada need another literary magazine? and, after the resounding Yes, (2) How hard can this be?

Issue 1, Volume 1. Designed by Kilby Smith-McGregor. Featured artist Kirsten McCrea.

Issue 1, Volume 1 of The Humber Literary Review. Designed by writer and Descant contributor, Kilby Smith-McGregor. Featured artist Kirsten McCrea.

If you’ve ever tried to design and run even your own blog, you can perhaps imagine the answer to their second question. But one year later, Issue 1, Volume 1 of The Humber Literary Review is hot off the press. Which may help explain the heat in that second floor gallery venue. (Let’s just say that women of a certain age were willing to bare arms).

This is not a bad photo of a crowd. It is a photo of the distant door that I really wanted someone to open!

This is not a bad photo of a crowd. It is a photo of the distant door that I really wanted someone to open.

The first issue is a real looker, thanks to the design work of Kilby Smith-McGregor and featured artist Kirsten McCrea. Vera Beletzan joked that, for a Department of English faculty, they were surprisingly unable to articulate a vision for how the magazine should look. A good designer is first an excellent listener, so kudos to writer Kilby Smith-McGregor for turning catatonic academic-itis into an appealing format — one with a wee bit of an intro textbook look to me, but not in a bad way.

I’m pleased to see Kirsten McCrea’s work on the cover and throughout the magazine. I discovered her at church about a year ago. The annual arts and crafts sale at Trinity United, that is. In fact, I bought and framed one of her colourful ampersand prints and it hangs above my desk; there’s one on page 33 of the HLR that I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you tore out and stuck to your bulletin board. I think of it as a sign-of-encouragement-and-prompt-rolled-into-one, for writers: “& then what?… .” I hope the HLR folks keep her patterned designs as part of the regular layout.

Micah Toub and Bryony Halpin(+), talking to Christopher Doda who has two poems in the new magazine. Micah told me that his own first-in-print work in the inaugural issue is a bit dirty. But we agreed that I should call his story "edgy" instead.

Micah Toub and Bryony Halpin(+), talking to Christopher Doda who has two poems in the new magazine. Micah told me that his own first-in-print work in the inaugural issue is a bit dirty. But we agreed that I should call his story “edgy” instead.

Russell Smith and Eufemia Fantetti were acting very normally -- until I pulled out my camera.

Russell Smith and Eufemia Fantetti were acting very normally — until I pulled out my camera. It’s a recipe for disaster, especially if you’re girl crazy.

The Humber Literary Review will be published twice a year, with spring and fall launch parties. They’re also online which is where you’ll find interviews with:

  • Eufemia Fantetti, recently shortlisted for the Danuta Gleed award for her debut collection of short stories, A Recipe for Disaster;
  • Beverley Cooper, playwright and Governor General’s literary award nominee for “Innocence Lost: A Play About Steven Truscott,” and
  • Krista Bridge, author of The Eliot Girls, and Rogers Writers’ Trust and Danuta Gleed nominee for The Virgin Spy.
Eufemia Fantetti, Jael Richardson and Beverley Cooper...

Eufemia Fantetti, CBC award-winning author Jael Richardson, and Beverley Cooper.

Becky Blake and Ayelet Tsabari...

Becky Blake, 2012 CBC short story prize winner, and Ayelet Tsabari, author of the short story collection, The Best Place on Earth

But you weren’t at the HLR launch and you don’t know all these people walking around waving $9 glasses of wine and bottles of beer, hoping no one hugs them in that stifling heat. You are not an adept schmoozer, a wearer of fancies, or an award-winning/nominated author. But… you’d like to have the chance. Maybe at all three. So here’s the scoop. And it is a scoop. I cornered Managing Editor Hillary Rexe and asked her for something for our Descant readers. She started to tell me about the new magazine and I stopped her (ever so politely) and said no, I want something I can’t find online.

Online! Here’s the scoop: The Humber Literary Review, published in its colourful inky glory twice a year, will also publish (other) poetry and non/fiction online, throughout the year. Things may change, so keep your eye on their website, but the policy Hillary Rexe told me is that you must first submit a query email. (Let me just say here, as someone who reads a lot of cover letters, do yourself a favour and brush up on the skill of the well-written, succinct query letter).

Meaghan Strimas and Hillary Rexe, the "scarily capable" Managing Editors of The Humber Literary Review, according to publisher Vera Beletzan.

Meaghan Strimas and Hillary Rexe, the “scarily capable” Managing Editors of The Humber Literary Review, according to publisher Vera Beletzan.

In the main venue space for the launch of the HLR, most people wore black, nibbled from artfully arranged appetizer plates and listened to a musical trio. But off to the side I spotted a table of bright orange- and blue-iced cupcakes, topped with sprinkles and decorations. Naturally, I had to ask. It turns out that Meaghan Strimas and Hillary Rexe made all 200 of the cupcakes themselves for the launch.

Cupcake code!

Cupcake code!

Now you have all the information you need. You know there’s a new literary magazine looking for work, both for print and online, and you know a thing or three about the managing editors. Yes, you do. Look at those cupcakes. They are detailed, individual, a tad ironic; whimsical, but warmhearted. Open to the alternative perspective (there was a separate, gluten-free tray). And amongst the sweaty and schmoozing literati — a breath of fresh air.

Now get to work. It’s Friday already! The day to send out congratulations emails. You can count it towards your daily word count. Writing Tip #67: the worse your writing week, the more supportive/congratulations emails you should send to other writerly people. When you build up your community, you build up yourself. And … it’s a great way to have your cake and eat it too.

The Madman in the Palace: Descant’s Justin Lauzon reviews Texas

If “CanLit” refers to relatively conventional storytelling, often with regional themes and characters with pioneering spirits befitting their age/geographical location/occupation, then Claudio Gaudio’s Texas perches awkwardly on this shelf.

Texas is a post-structuralist novel (first clue: the opening words are “My exit”). Nothing is as it seems; seams reveal nothing and nothing itself is a character. It is rife with comma splices — a trick with a knife that few can pull off (Beckett can) — and deconstructionist strategies, including an impressively unreliable narrator who sees everything from a locked room wherein he awaits his death (“From this room I resist the words that will remake the world”). Or the death of American military and cultural imperialism (“I have consented to the fall, but not the splat!”).

The narrator of Texas is trapped, in almost every possible way, including the ways we are all complicit, er, trapped: “The people of the world are the same and the other… host and hostage.”

The debt to European, particularly French, intellectuals (bonjour Derrida) is apparent in Texas, but while reading it I was reminded of the American writer David Markson and his brilliant, experimental novel, Wittgenstein’s Mistress (1988). I honestly can’t think of a Canadian comparison, but if you can, let us know.

Reading Texas will make you want to be a better writer. Regardless of your own style and voice. Reading it might even make you a better writer. Exceptional books have that power. It is not a “difficult book”; it is a thoroughly engaging book.

(A word of advice if you plan on a trip to the US this summer: don’t bring this book with you. In this post “9/11″ world, border guards, er, customs officials, have detained people for much less: “… freedom, or free enterprise… both are worth killing for.”)

You can listen to Claudio Gaudio reading from Texas here.

Enough of my blather. Here’s Justin Lauzon with his review of Texas.

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The Madman in the Palace

A Review of Texas, by Claudio Gaudio

 

Texas, by Claudio Gaudio. Published by Quattro Books, 2012, 198 pages.

Texas, by Claudio Gaudio. Published by Quattro Books, 2012, 198 pages. On the cover, the unmistakable shape of a certain middle-east country.

Claudio Gaudio’s writing takes a degree of dedication to read, but it is a commitment that yields a rewarding return. He writes in a tradition of prose-poets, where there are never easy answers, while wielding a particularly distinct voice.

In Texas, Italian-born and Toronto-based writer Gaudio presents a layered narrative in this style, discussing global politics, madness, philosophy, and above all, language. The novel primarily explores the conflict between the U.S. and the Middle East through reflective poetic-prose, yet it is difficult to know whether we are in the hands of a poet or a storyteller. Whatever the author may be, it’s clear that Texas is balanced precariously on the line between the two. This balance is not always maintained, and at times there is straying and stumbling, but Gaudio is always able to return to his exquisite writing, a style packed with stimulating wisdom.

Texas is one of those unique books that can be approached at any page to experience the beauty of its writing. Since the plot is thin (an American diplomat, unnamed throughout, is captured by Middle Eastern insurgents where he awaits death in a plain, unadorned room – yes, that’s all) it’s Gaudio’s meticulous focus on language, his intimate knowledge of global politics, his use of philosophy as art that lifts from every page, every paragraph, every sentence. He makes precise philosophical assertions with an acute ear: “The condemned man is the opposite of the king. Things are because they do not belong to him, and that includes the sun and the wind.”

Even the title is layered. The “Texas” the diplomat so often addresses throughout his imprisonment is really only a substitute-name for the United States as a whole, possibly even a euphemism for all political empires. It is a place larger than itself; even the diplomat comments on how, when he travels, he lives “in New York. New York is in Texas.” This same largeness extends to its influence, which is as complicated as the United States’, and just as unreliable. Gaudio’s “Texas” is a hodgepodge of an entire country with a longstanding tradition of questionable political values – it is imperial.

Since the narrative doesn’t rely on the story as much as it does on the diplomat’s global introspection, there isn’t a moment in the novel when something innovative isn’t presented. We are constantly jumping from one desultory thought to another as he drags “random pieces laughing and screaming onto an incredulous page.” Trying to absorb so much in such a short space, without the structure of a shifting plot, can be daunting. The struggle pays off, however, through a reflection of the writing, and the frequent emergence of breathtaking imagery:

“Night follows day, not as foil but another light before the day breaking. The sacred sleeps on broken glass, eyes open and opening with each and every scar.”

The key word of the novel is invent. As Gaudio actually uses it a number of times, no word is a greater representation of what the author is attempting (and often achieving) in this work. Gaudio is an inventor of new ways to approach the English language. As the diplomat says:

“I am writing in English, a distance separated by commas and an ocean that whispers of a stream where I am still weeping. Waiting to be born. Then this will end, better for having tried, or worse.”

This could easily be formatted into a poem, as much of the novel could be, and is the beauty of its invention. Every moment of the story we are in two worlds. The diplomat thinks in poetry, and so as a proper response, Gaudio’s poetry “thinks” in politics.

Through this process, much of the novel becomes comprised of expanding symbols. The diplomat is a fluid character, a representation of global relations throughout history – he’s there in the Middle East, he was there “to take in the ocean” when the Titanic sank, he was there when “Moses tried to escape in a basket,” he served the presidents of the last 100 years – and he comments on these events with a singularly insightful perspective. Yet his views are so various, at times he contradicts himself. The diplomat is political history, therefore he is increasingly irrational.

Toronto-based writer, Claudio Gaudio.

Toronto-based writer, Claudio Gaudio.

Gaudio’s careful balancing of insanity and reason is one of the book’s strongest features. He shows us how poetry, politics, and philosophy all originate from the same puddle of madness. Two of the novels most interesting characters are a pair of cryptic-speaking animals, an opposing dead bird and a mouse, who visit the diplomat in his cell. They converse with him about his ever-forthcoming liberation, or his pending death, or his relations with Texas, or even whether they are real or not. He develops relationships with these figments, trades information with them. And as the diplomat deepens in his insanity, he begins to produce exquisite visions:

“With Sisyphus I stood at the top of the hill, he smiled as we watched his boulder roll to the bottom. Kings perish but my work goes on, he said, I am learning what I have already done.”

It’s clear that Texas is a novel that must be digested slowly. It is just shy of 200 pages but reading it will certainly take you the time of more. Fortunately, Gaudio knows how to properly feed you this dish. Every chapter comes in bite sizes (no less than four pages, no more than six) and is often comprised of only twelve paragraphs.

It is this simple detail of construction that pays dividends to enjoying the reading process as a whole, preventing us from thinking, “Oh no, he must mean to kill me with this seventeen page chapter of prose-poetry political philosophy! Damn you, Gaudio!”

He keeps the form simple to allow for a complex subject. But like any piece of complex work, there are evident snags. Gaudio sometimes participates in what I like to call the “Woody Allen Dialectic,” wherein a sentence or phrase is constructed by taking two obviously unrelated ideas and thrusting them together to share the same space. With Allen, the effect was always comedic:

“I ran into my brother today at a funeral. We had not seen one another for fifteen years, but as usual he produced a pig bladder from his pocket and began hitting me on the head with it.” ~ Woody Allen, Without Feathers

There is little (if any) meaning to these words, but their jocularity emerges from their ridiculousness, their clear incompatibility within our frame of references. This, too, happens in Texas, but toned down and with a much more serious, poetic twist:

“Hope is a little bit of thread, a patch of wheat, a peach, things a geologist cannot find. Men with scarred lungs stumble out of mountains, sometimes it’s called Egypt and sometimes it’s Wyoming. It’s just people making things, mostly from dust or dry rot.”

The WA Dialectic often works in Texas, wherein Gaudio acts as a veritable poetic chef, serving up dishes of new flavour and wondrous un-tasted combinations, but there are times when it doesn’t work, and we are asked to digest a sentence of disagreeable quality, one that doesn’t sit well in the mind’s digestive tracts:

“There’s no difference between breasts and the Himalayas except the mountains have been speechless for longer.”

Or, my favourite -

“If I could draw, there would be a cat on the bed and blood in the Whitehouse.”

I’m not sure what these sentences mean exactly, and even looking at their context within the paragraphs, I’m reasonably lost. Texas is a book closer to poetry than prose, but that doesn’t excuse it from avoiding lines which slow down rather than progress the reading. The good thing is that these illogical phrases occur far less frequently than the lines of eloquence for which Gaudio should no doubt be lauded.

And it’s in those perfectly executed lines that we see Gaudio at his best. Texas may waver at points, but it comes in a package teeming with political and philosophical wisdom, with unusual word combinations and phrases which elevate the novel as an important Canadian text, poignant and insightful, willing to push boundaries. I will leave you with his narrator’s wise words, a moving comment on art:

“I’m hoping to meet myself again in the future. In an invention perhaps, an idea without a blueprint, I’m tired of the replication. Art is the smoke, the vestige, not the thing, an explanation that explains nothing. But where or what could nothing be? All through history it’s been a mystery, and sometimes it rhymes.”

By Justin Lauzon

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Justin Lauzon is one of Descant’s newest volunteers. Last week he reviewed Kafka’s Hat and, with Jack Hostrawser, co-authored this review of Rove for us. Justin is a writer and teacher from Oakville, interested in magic realism. He studied fiction at York University and the Humber School for Writers, and is currently working on his first novel. Check out his film blog, “The Alternate Take,” here and follow him on twitter, @JLauzonwrites.