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Month: December 2019

Launched: Watermark by Christy Ann Conlin

Christy Ann Conlin’s short story collection, Watermark, was published by House of Anansi in August. Based in Nova Scotia, she is the author of two acclaimed novels, Heave and The Memento, as well as the co-creator and host of the CBC radio series, Fear Itself. Our correspondence began with a postcard and quickly shifted to email.

Q: The eleven stories collected in Watermark upend expectations. They are quite varied—specific worlds yet all grounded in coastal geographies—with settings on the Atlantic and Pacific coasts, even the shorelines of Hudson Bay. Natural beauty comes with bleakness and danger: the sea as a source of wonder and peril, the remote mountain roads. Can you share your thinking about the harsh landscapes of your stories, and the people who live or hide out there?

 I think geography and landscape, be it in its natural form or altered by people, has a massive impact on humanity. From a story point of view, drilling down, if you’ll pardon the pun, into how terrain impacts an individual and their community, is so artistically compelling. Mountains, valleys, oceans, water of all kinds, these are elemental forces at play in all of our lives, from the womb where we first swim, to our bodies comprised of so much water, a life force. The ocean and sea, rivers and streams, shape the land in the same way life and experience shape both the individual and society.

I lived in Vancouver for a long time, and my in-laws are all from British Columbia, so this bicoastal experience and contrast, the Pacific and the Atlantic in a kind of conversation, infuses the collection.

Q: Reading these stories had me recalling Ernest Buckler’s The Mountain and the Valley, although it’s been years since I read it in university—but isn’t this his geography, too, the harsh mountain where the main character dies, covered by snow?

I grew up on the Bay of Fundy shores. Buckler spent his life inland in the shadow of the South Mountain. The North Mountain and wild sea I grew up with had a very different impact on my life and by turn, how it shapes my work. When I was a teenager, I read The Mountain and the Valley. Its main impact on me was that I would die very young if I didn’t get the fuck out of Dodge, ha ha ha. While glimpses of the pastoral world Buckler loved still exist, for me the world was gashed open by technology. Both worlds exist, in conflict with each other, rarely in harmony. The only story in Watermark which speaks directly to Ernest Buckler is Beyond All Things Lies the Sea, where Seraphina flees the oppression of a traditional and conservative society which demolishes females and preys on vulnerability. Flight drives Seraphina’s life, escaping a restrictive past that imposes itself on younger generations. Seraphina is a Classical Studies scholar, and a student of Seneca. It is his words, beyond all things lies the sea, which she remembers, how we are nothing more than water and salt, that in the end, we return to the ocean. This story became the opening of my first novel, Heave.

 Q: In “Dead Time”, we follow the thoughts of a teen who may or may not have committed murder. The story is told in the first person, from her cell, as she recounts the events that led to her incarceration. What inspired this story and its form? 

Stylistically, it’s a stream of consciousness piece, a subversion of fairy tale, an extremely privileged unreliable narrator, who tells herself stories and explores her past, her choices and decisions. She is both preparing for what she’ll say publicly and conducting an excavation of self. What she discovers both horrifies and bewitches her. The story came about through two things. First, reading about the 2008 Toronto murder of Stefanie Rengel by teenager Melissa Todorovic. Todorovic was convicted of masterminding the murder of Stefanie Rengel, using a young man as her operative. Second, I taught literacy at a youth detention centre, working with young people who had committed very violent crimes. I came face to face with their humanity and inhumanity. It was a real reckoning of the idea of human and monster, what society creates, how it tries (and often fails) to protect and nurture the young. Isabella, the protagonist, is also telling her story in order to understand how adults and society have shaped and created her. It’s an origin story, of sorts, a distortion of autobiography. She views herself as a creature who has leapt out of a mythic realm. This allows her to justify crazy violence and brutality while at the same time, because she is so young, this is the only way she can make sense of what she is.

Q: Several of the stories reference characters that appear later, in other stories. There is a sense of weaving a community. Were the stories planned that way, or did the notion of subtly linking them come later, as you were compiling the collection?

The literary landscape in my mind has many intersections and this is why there are often glimpses of other characters, like glimmers and shimmers of a lake through a forest, the sound of a waterfall in the woods. I wrote the stories over a long period of time, from the late 1990s right through to 2018, so it wasn’t a question of planning, but of how my creative process works, returning to the same artistic terrain but exploring it from a different perspective, examining an alternative side. I wrote the stories individually, not with a collection in mind, so many of the subtle links surprised me when the stories came together in book form.

Q: How easily did the collection come together for you? I’m fascinated by decisions around ordering stories, and also, which to include and leave out.

This is such an interesting question. It’s my first collection, so it was all very new to me. Now that Watermark exists, I can say with hindsight, that I think writing stories with the intention of a collection is very different than how I did this—gathering the stories unto me, like a strange sort of shepherdess in the wilds, rounding up the wild wayward black sheep and seeing how they worked together as a flock. It’s a question of literary purpose and artistic form, but also, with the reader in mind, how they’ll enter into the world of the book, and come out the other side. The same goes for title selection. What a process that was!

It was really hard to know which story should go where. Of course, there are considerations such as length and contrast of style, as well. I wish I could have contemplated and played with story order for a long, long time. My amazing editor and I played around with different orders, and a few writerly friends also weighed in. It was like working with an opera, though, and moving one piece altered the collection as a whole. I have a new reverence for order of story. And what I was also very focused on were the titles, and how they looked together in the table of contents. They become a found poem. Even with a novel, I look at the chapter titles together on the page as a form of poetry.

Q: The older characters surprise the reader. We might be tempted to see them as sweet, or harmless, at first—they look like stereotypical grandmothers and even call the younger characters dear—but they are anything but. I’m thinking especially of Charlotte in “Full Bleed” and the old woman on her porch in “The Flying Squirrel Sermon”. Tell us about the damage that these older characters manifest, the threats they pose to the people who come back to visit.  

I wanted to play with our stereotypes of the elderly, elderly women in particular, and how we so often underestimate them or completely misjudge them, based on society’s ageism and stereotypes. “Full Bleed” is a direct homage to Flannery O’Connor’s “A Good Man is Hard to Find”, written as a response to that story, a Northern Gothic response to her Southern Gothic.

Yes, and you gave your “misfit” character, Herman, the grace of a backstory in which he has been kind to his younger relatives on occasion, unlike the misfit in O’Connor’s story…

My story features a very problematic old lady and a young man’s deference, his grief- drenched naiveté, which ends up leading him into unexpected danger. In O’Connor’s work we are never quite sure who the villain is, who the wise one is, who is innocent, and who is sly. Our expectations are always disrupted. The older characters are upholders of the arcane ways. In “Full Bleed”, we see the terrible old ways, women who carry a violent and oppressive emotional power given to them by a patriarchal society. Lucretia in “The Flying Squirrel Sermon” is an entirely different kind of old woman, the last of her kind, keeping the old ways alive, finally able to tell her story to the young Ondine and introduce her to ancestral mysteries. I decided when I was writing many of these stories to view them through the eyes of Werner Herzog, to see the fascination and mystery in the obscure and unexpected.

Q: In several stories, the young people escape the life others plan for them, whether it’s leaving a man at the altar and racing for a flight overseas or leaving the community to go to university. The locals, the older characters, seem to want to weigh them down. Some wish their offspring would just be normal, meaning lead lives like their own—although those lives can seem circumscribed or severe. Were you conscious of commenting on the differences between generational expectations—that change over time in what could be expected from life—or is this more about place, or something else? 

It’s all about that, this human conundrum which rises up between generations, of a sense of place where traditional expectations are KING and one must bow down before them, even if it means sacrificing your very self. This is especially true of the female characters in my stories, where they are time and time again expected to conform and betray themselves and their own humanity, in preservation of a society which sees them as nothing more than handmaids. Of course, in my stories, characters rail against this, fleeing, escaping, and often fighting against it, ultimately finding a sense of personal integrity and triumph. As a writer, I’m fascinated (and horrified) but this hallmark of rural life and the old-world culture of early immigrants and settlers, who are displaced in a world where they don’t belong, suffering from the loss of the world they left behind and inflicting damage everywhere they turn. I think every new generation is a chance for hope and transformation. And there is inevitably a massive conflict when those two worlds clash, or when the younger generation tries to extract itself and evolve into something new.

Q: What’s next?

I’m working on a memoir called Cross Trees about my big weird woven family, about life after breast cancer, how we find joy in a damaged life. And then there is my long-suffering novel.

Laura Rock Gaughan is the author of Motherish, a short story collection published in 2018. She lives in Lakefield, Ontario with her family.

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Finding the Form with gillian harding-russell

“Although the square or rectangle of a sheet of paper – short or long, small or large – may influence the shape of the poem, I like to allow the words to find their own voice and presence on a sheet of paper.”

I allow the form to rise from the fall of the words inside my head. Sometimes an image or a phrase will be enough to propel the poem so that everything flows from that kernel. Or sometimes a phrase or a verse becomes a riff that asks to be repeated as anaphora or refrain. Although the square or rectangle of a sheet of paper – short or long, small or large – may influence the shape of the poem, I like to allow the words to find their own voice and presence on a sheet of paper. I cannot write the first draft on the computer. I must feel my way to the shape of the poem by writing by hand using pen or pencil in the initial stages. Once I have completed a first draft, I can revise the piece on the computer but do find myself printing off drafts to view on paper between revisions.

It is true that I prefer left justification (easier to read) and approximately similar length verses (looks tidier) but use that norm as a point of departure for more expressive and varying dramatic lengths. In short, I like the internal music of the line to take hold and allow the line breaks to dramatize the subject matter. I abhor chopped lines, though I have been guilty of them, and sometimes at their most prosy. Sometimes a poem calls for repetition as in a musical score but I listen for unintentional blips of repeated words that lose power on being repeated.

Although I have tried writing in other genres (none published), I long ago decided that I must concentrate on writing poems exclusively so that one day I can write, if not the perfect poem, a couple of good ones that may even be remembered by somebody. (A high hope, indeed…)

gillian harding-russell’s most recent publication is In Another Air (Radiant Press, 2018), which was shortlisted for a Saskatchewan Book Award.

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Jeanie Keogh’s Writing Space

“When I’m working late into the evening, I can watch the sunsets that the Flemish painters captured so well as the light dies out over my garden. The landscape connects me to the ebb and flow of the seasons (which often matches my writing process), and the view somehow helps me to weed out scenes that are not useful and shed unnecessary exposition like the oak trees do their leaves in fall.”

For the first time in my life, I write in a home office. There has always been a designated “space” for writing, but it was always just a makeshift desk – an antique Singer sewing machine table in the living roof of a loft in Brussels, a kitchen table made by a woodworking boyfriend in Vancouver, my mother’s roll-top desk in rural Ontario. Now I have an entire room dedicated to writing with a big painter’s table. It faces a big window that looks out onto the front yard in the East Flemish countryside, also a first. In the winter, the view is of sheep grazing. In the summer, corn grows up and blocks the view of the sheep. On the rare winter days that Belgium is not overcast, the office gets an explosion of afternoon sun which lights up the 70s-yellow walls. When I’m working late into the evening, I can watch the sunsets that the Flemish painters captured so well as the light dies out over my garden. The landscape connects me to the ebb and flow of the seasons (which often matches my writing process), and the view somehow helps me to weed out scenes that are not useful and shed unnecessary exposition like the oak trees do their leaves in fall.  

When my husband and I first checked out this mid-century modern home, the office was what sold us on it. It was lined on either side with books belonging to the recently-deceased owner – Franz Meert, a 90-year-old writer – who had lived in the house all his life (and who, according to an esoteric friend of mine, has not yet left). I loved the smell of his old rotting and yellowing Dutch paperbacks.

When we first moved in, I stayed away from the office for a while out of a sort of superstitious respect for the dead (his presence, my friend said, could mostly be felt in that room). Now I’m squatting (with his permission) and borrowing him as my muse from time to time.

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The office is my man cave and the space is under creative copyright.

I don’t keep any books on the built-in bookshelves (those are in the living room on display – my husband has arranged them with his designer’s eye for balance and beauty). Instead, the shelves are kept as bare as the (inevitable) accumulating paperwork allows. As for furniture, there is a big mahogany lamp, a couch that can become a single bed, and a Victorian chair. There is nothing on the walls except a Japanese Buddhist scroll and a dream catcher that our dog ate all the feathers off of. When I sign my first book publishing contract, I hope to add an Alison Watt painting (either South, Octavo, or 1708) as a reminder never to fear the blank page.

The couch serves as a place to do my hard copy work – read, research, edit printed drafts, organize notebooks, review feedback from my writers’ group. I try to keep it so that my desk is the only place where screen time takes place. Sometimes I spread out manuscripts on the floor.

Although my deadline-driven journalism background has trained me to write wherever and whenever, my creative writing space is about defining my boundaries – both psychically (from Franz’s sometimes distracting energy) and physically, ie. not letting the space turn into a place to store the vacuum, bike equipment, or guitar amps. A world-class chef would never let people leave bags of baby clothes or folded laundry in his/her kitchen, so I’m not going to let the office become a place to dump things that don’t fit in the garage. There is also a proportional relationship between clutter in the room, and chaos in my mind. A space full of knick-knacks is like a run-on sentence with too many adjectives. If my office space isn’t treated with respect, then no one (least of all me) will take my writing seriously, and I’ve worked very hard on my inner demons to make sure that writing is not just a hobby.

Jeanie Keogh is a Canadian living in Belgium. Her fiction and creative non-fiction has been published in Filling Station, Fiddlehead, Grain, Room, The Puritan, Freefall, Broken Pencil, Riddle Fence, Matrix, and Room.

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Terence Young’s Writing Space

“I’m okay with clutter when it all serves a purpose.”

One of the key components of my writing space is music. I have a fondness for old stereo equipment and vinyl, and I also enjoy several of the local FM stations. So, my room also houses my record collection and several amplifiers, turntables and tuners. I also will distract myself from writing by trying to master the odd classical piece on guitar, so there are several instruments in the room, too. As a result, the space seems, especially to Patricia, a bit cluttered, but I’m okay with clutter when it all serves a purpose.

It is common for a writer’s space to change, and in my time writing, the changes have taken place mostly within our old house, which we moved into in 1983. I have written in the sun room, in what used to be my daughter’s bedroom, in the basement rec room (before the house fire in 1997), and currently in what used to be my son’s bedroom. I also have the good fortune to shift ground from time to time and write at our cabin in the Highlands region outside Victoria. In this aspect, I feel blessed.

Terence Young lives in Victoria, BC. He is a co-founder and former editor of The Claremont Review, a literary journal for young writers. The poem in this issue of TNQ is from a forthcoming collection called Smithereens.

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What is Mahak Jain Reading?

“It’s not possible, in the audiobook format, to get caught up in the words or language because there’s no space to reflect on or ponder them.”

I have always resisted audiobooks. I am able to read faster than the speed of audiobooks, so the latter never seemed efficient. I also become easily distracted and daydream easily, so I expected audiobooks to be frustrating. But for my new job, I drive an hour each way; my reading time is more restricted too. So audiobooks have become a solace during a difficult commute. I recently read AN OCEAN OF MINUTES by Thea Lim.

It’s not possible, in the audiobook format, to get caught up in the words or language because there’s no space to reflect on or ponder them. I notice character and plot far more easily. I am also more aware now of skillful transitions. AN OCEAN OF MINUTES takes place during two different time periods, but Lim paid quite a lot of attention to how the story moves between the past and present, so I am never lost. (I tried reading LINCOLN IN THE BARDO by George Saunders in Audiobook format, but as innovative as the multi-cast audio format is, that’s a novel that I think is best understood in the text format.) I am reading in an entirely different way as a writer too. For the first time, I’m thinking about the best qualities of oral storytelling and how they can be used to strengthen storytelling on the page.

Mahak Jain writes fiction for children and adults. She lives in Toronto, where she is a professor of creative writing. Learn more at www.mahakjain.com.

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What is Marcia Walker Reading?

“I had not read Madame Bovary in twenty years and returning to it left a very different impression on me. I was less interested in the type of woman Emma Bovary was or whether I related to her. It was the world of the novel that took my attention.“

I’m a huge Deborah Levy fan (I recommend Hot Milk to everyone – read it!) and I’ve just finished devouring her “living biography” Things I Don’t Want to Know. It’s about her going to write in Majorca after a break-up. Or that’s how it begins. It’s really about her childhood in apartheid South Africa after her father was incarcerated and tortured. It’s about other things too. Private things. Complicated relationships, both politically and personally charged. I took a workshop with Wayson Choy once and after each manuscript we read he always asked, “What is this about?” I’ll admit, it’s a question I still find difficult to answer.

I also recently read Yiyun Li’s memoir Dear Friend, from My Life I Write to You in Your Life, which is a quote taken from Katherine Mansfield, who is one of those writers I keep meaning to read but still haven’t. I came across Li’s book after chancing on Rachel Cusk’s review of it in the New York Review of Books. That’s a bit unusual for me as I don’t often read book reviews. Mostly I take friends’ recommendations or end up reading random books I stumble across. I keep a list of what I want to read which is more of a dream aspiration than anything achievable, in this lifetime anyway. Li’s contemplation on reading, writing, language, and depression in Dear Friend stayed with me. It is still jostling around inside my mind. At one point, Li writes: “I am not an autobiographical writer – one cannot be without a solid and explicable self… What kind of life permits a person the right to become his own subject?” Such a fascinating question in the midst of a memoir.

I’ve also added several books and stories Li mentions to my own list: Stefan Zweig’s Letter from an Unknown Woman, Roman Rolland’s Jean-Christophe, and Seneca’s Letters from a Stoic. Apparently, I keep going on about Li’s book because my daughter now wants to read it. She wants in on the conversation I’m having. I love when books become their own living language, when they spark a dialogue that is impossible without them.

As for fiction, I re-read Madame Bovary this fall. I was travelling to Normandy, France and planned on visiting Ry, the provincial town where the story was set. I had not read Madame Bovary in twenty years and returning to it left a very different impression on me. I was less interested in the type of woman Emma Bovary was or whether I related to her. It was the world of the novel that took my attention. I was also re-reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston at the same time. (Total coincidence – my novel group has chosen it.) Very different novels but I could not help feeling the pulls between them: both women struggle through marriages, trying to define themselves on their own terms and grappling with their allotted roles in society. Sometimes novels have discussions between them that their writers never intended or imagined. It is only in our minds that they collide. Isn’t that one of the best things about reading?

Oh, also: Ottessa Moshfegh’s short story collection Homesick for Another World. Still in the middle of it. So good.

Marcia Walker’s writing has appeared in Fiddlehead, The New York Times, PRISM international, Room, EVENT and elsewhere. She lives in Toronto.

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gillian harding-russell’s Writing Space

“Over the computer on my desk, an owl ingeniously sculptured out of a piece of driftwood by my brother-in-law (artist Jamie Russell) sways over my head to keep me wise.”

Although when I am travelling, I will work anywhere – in a coffee house or on a hotel bed with a notebook on my lap – I like to work at home where I can make myself coffee to begin and cut up some seasonal fruit to share with my husband who does whatever on the computer in the dining room. Since I like a lot of light, I work in the family room that has sliding glass doors to the garden, at present covered in snow. On the picnic table on the deck I set out a handful of wild birdseed and peanuts for the three squirrels and many visiting birds. The peanuts are for the squirrels but the blue jays and chickadees eat them too, and the squirrel has been known to stuff cheekfuls of seed into his cheek. (I swear the blue jay will sometimes crack a call over the roof mid-morning to remind me to put their stuff out if I have forgotten.)

Over the computer on my desk, an owl ingeniously sculptured out of a piece of driftwood by my brother-in-law (artist Jamie Russell) sways over my head to keep me wise. When I am tired of sitting at the desk, I can relax on the couch and put my feet up with my head at one end against a pillow beside the wall and write on the clipboard on my lap. The light from the window on my right and a lamp over my left shoulder together power my poem since, as I mentioned, I need a lot of light.

Several plants surround my writing, including a yellow double-begonia brought in from the garden and a cheerful orange daisy-like flower that a friend gave me when I broke my humerus last spring: both these plants have flowers that lean their heads towards the morning sun very optimistically. The orange daisy is particularly forgiving, having resurrected several times after I did not water her enough. Our dear elderly dog Harold often sat at my feet, but alas he died last April. A stuffed animal that belonged to Harold (inherited from my son who owned it as a small child) has fallen in the shoreline between plants and window. I confess that I have kept his silver water and food dishes by the door to keep his spirit near. I used to put my hands (always cold) on his warm head and look into his brown eyes that were so wise without too much knowledge.

gillian harding-russell’s most recent publication is In Another Air (Radiant Press, 2018), which was shortlisted for a Saskatchewan Book Award.

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