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11/26/2005: "A Review..."


...from the Globe and Mail on The Journey Prize Stories, written by my erstwhile ex-professor, a very salient* and utile* fellow, Dr. Darryl Whetter. Ole Craig doesn't come off too well in this one, I'm afraid. Whetter, you bastard! I kid, I kid; it's a well-done review. It's nice to see stories not mentioned in the Toronto Star piece getting their due here, and it goes to show that what one critic likes, another doesn't. I think only Pasha Malla's story gets props in both reviews.

My favorite part of the review was reading how my story relies on "booze glorification." Well, it's true that I like to glorify booze whenever I can; in fact just today I slipped an open beer into a baby's pram while his mother wasn't looking. Glorify early, glorify often is what I always say. No, seriously, it's a fair review, and I can see how some might have that sense of the story. The strangest thing is I had 3 stories nominated for the antho this year: "28 Bones" from the Fiddlehead, "Rocket Ride" from Event, and the one they chose, from SubTerrain. While I'm happy I got a story chosen at all, I was somewhat surprised this was the one they went with.

You can find the review is posted on the next page. Anything you may find in [square brackets] are editorial additions made by yours truly.

In other news, I sent my novel off to my editor tonight. She won't get it until she gets to work Monday morning, but I figured it was time to get it out there into the wide wide world. Cross your fingers for me, folks.

All best, Craig.

*: Darryl used these words all the time in class. Surprisingly, I didn't see them used in the review. So I added some myself, certain that Darryl would want it that way.

Tomorrow's [Utile] prize-winners

By DARRYL WHETTER

Saturday, November 26, 2005 Page D32

The Journey Prize Stories

Edited by James Grainger

and Nancy Lee

McClelland & Stewart,

190 pages, $17.99

The annual Journey Prize anthology selects the year's best fiction from Canadian literary magazines and later awards one the $10,000 Writers' Trust of Canada/McClelland & Stewart Journey Prize. Now in its 17th edition, the series boasts Yann Martel, Lisa Moore, Douglas Glover, Charlotte Gill, Timothy Taylor and M. G. Vassanji among past contributors.

Half of these 14 varied stories truly compete for one's attention (and, one hopes, the enabling prize), and all but one involve the myriad trials of romantic love. Most courageous is Neil Smith's Scrapbook, which uses the pressures of a campus shooting (suggestive of the 1989 massacre at Université de Montréal) to test the limits [ie: salience] of a young couple's relationship.

Smith, an alumnus of two previous Journey Prize anthologies and Coming Attractions '04, wisely avoids sweeping social condemnation or diffuse commentary, finding instead all the relevant and necessary fears, inadequacies and impatience in the growing strain of a young man who fled the shootings, and his worried, impatient and sometimes nervous female partner. Smith's numerous talents collapse the distance between maniacal violence and the insecurities and inadequacies beneath the surface of daily life.

Equally impressive, and also devoted to love and loss, is Emily White's Various Metals. Mined again here is the always fecund material of a thirtysomething woman without a man, drowning in the unwanted romantic advice of her (divorced) parents, her friends, her customers and of, well, anyone who sees her.

This tender, knowing story seductively flashes its plot of unexpected seduction with just the right pace, camouflaging its more ambitious emotions as care or attention one minute, then revealing an awkward advance the next. Humour and a good eye for physical detail take us toward the story's tender, wise conclusion.

Filial collisions and the bursts and contractions of the romantic heart also surface in Krista Bridge's lively [and salient] and dynamic [and utile] A Matter of Firsts. Capitalizing on the simultaneous distance and intimacy of second-person narration ("Your father's New York mistress was the one you met"), Bridge brilliantly captures the kind of non-consummated crush an adolescent girl can have for an older, wiser woman, while simultaneously initiating her young heroine into the yearnings and hypocrisies of an adult's romantic life.

Very different stories from Craig Davidson and Matt Shaw both make impressive use of voice, albeit with mixed success. Davidson's alcoholic narrator intriguingly confesses, "Okay, yeah, I'll cop to hoisting a few," but the story itself descends into a predictable and limited terrain of booze glorification (it cites Charles Bukowski repeatedly) and media angst. Matt Shaw's Matchbook for a Mother's Hair confronts the reader thematically with a tale of a mother abusing her developmentally challenged adolescent son, and again stylistically with the decision to narrate that abuse through the son's limited perception.

While Shaw's is undoubtedly the most technically ambitious story ("Her lighter was the colour of a fire engine like my chair"), its focus on technique limits how much and how deeply the story can evolve.

The less successful stories generally fail due to sins of selection, either within the anthology as a whole or within each story. Two stories are probably included for subject, not execution (or wisdom, or inventive language).

In one, the potentially explosive combination of three generations of women trying to live under one roof fizzles out in a formless sea of domestic details. Undirected detail also derails two stories that frankly confuse research with storytelling, parading, in one case, the unshaped facts and observations of a girl's school trip and, in another, an ill-fitting string of historical details that attempts to translate the life of architect Le Corbusier into (a) fiction and (b) short fiction.

Two (mercifully short) stories from younger journals seem selected solely to add urban grit to the collection. The annual anthology's new and regrettable inclusion of artist's statements about each story self-destructs entirely with the entries for these two non-narrative language events, and for the stories begun with homework, not heart. At its best, this anthology and its predecessors know that a good story explains itself.

More prudently devoted to the timeless narrative rewards of the fickle human heart are the honest and confident stories of Edward O'Connor and Pasha Malla. Vanity and ambition pervade the former, while the bittersweet mixture of loss and humour bubbles through the latter.

Tomorrow's short lists for the Giller and the Governor-General's prizes invariably start with today's Journey Prize Stories.

Darryl Whetter is the author of A Sharp Tooth in the Fur, and a former professor of creative writing and English. His most recent story ["The Utility of Salience"] will appear in 05: Best Canadian Stories.

Replies: 5 Comments

on Tuesday, November 29th, jlo said

Hey, I think I read that UdeM story...was it in Maisonneuve? As for thirtysomething women without men...I could solve that problem...I didn't know "Bed" as a certain librarian liked to call him. Pasha Malla. Now there is a golden boy for you. And you, Craig, and you. And, to harken back to the Jesus-rock post, I have been listening to ACDC pretty much non-stop this week. Another good choice is Jay-Z. No joke. He thinks HE is God.

on Monday, November 28th, Craig said

Hey Nancy,

Well, I will take Schmannon's word for his hotness. He was a good enough fellow; sort of the golden boy of he department, as I recall. Thanks for sending me that article, it got through fine. My publicist told me The Gleaner was given a copy, so it's great to see someone took the time to write their thoughts on it. All best, Craig.

on Monday, November 28th, Nancy:) said

Hey Craig,
Unfortunately, the Whetter era ended the year before I got to UNB, but I heard from one source (let's call her schmannnon) that he was hot. That's about all I know on the subject. Alternatively, I wanted to tell you that they published a pro-Craig review in the Daily Gleaner books section this weekend. I've sent it to the ol' Craigiepops account for you to take a look at.

on Monday, November 28th, Craig said

Hey Ian,

I think I heard from someone...maybe this is when I was back at UNB this Fall, but I'm not sure...anyway, I think he quit his teaching gig. The reasons behind it are unknown to me, but if he wasn't enjoying it then I say good on him. It must be tough to walk away from something that you've spent a long time working towards (undergrad + MA + PhD = a shitload of time spent in school), but if it's not for you, then kudos for moving on to something that might suit you better. Anyway, I haven't talked to the guy for years so anything I say is 2nd-3rd-4th hand scuttlebutt, but so far as I know he's not teaching anymore. Best, Craig.

on Sunday, November 27th, Ian LeTourneau said

A very utile and salient post, Craig. Ah, the Whetter memories! I was surprised when I opened the Globe yesterday and spotted him name reviewing the Anthology. Do you have any idea why he is listed as an "ex-professor"?

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