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June 30, 2007

A Memoir of Friendship by Howard and Shields

The thing about a book of letters is that it’s usually going to end with someone dying. And perhaps there is no better metaphor for the death of a writer than the blank page which follows the end of her text. That that writer’s voice has been inside your head for 400+ pages at her most natural and free will only have that page’s silence resound. This week reading A Memoir of Friendship: The Letters between Carol Shields and Blanche Howard, I had the same problem I had with Decca. Both were big books I was intending to read in in bits and morsals but somehow the chronology, the voices, the spirit proved too sweeping and I was entranced. Reading became a race to an ending I knew very well would be a sad one, but the story was too good to take slowly. And that one blank page could be so devastating is certainly a testament to what came before it.

For nearly thirty years Blanche Howard and Carol Shields exchanged letters, beginning in 1975 when Shields wrote seeking advice on a book contract from the more experienced novelist Howard. Of course both women had a particular flair for the written word, and their relationship grew around such commonalities, including their love of books, their interest in CanLit in particular, feminism, politics, marriage and family. As the letters progress, the women become grandmothers, never stop being mothers, discuss aging, seek “the meaning of life”, exchange book reccomendations. Typewriting, to PCs, to email. Shields comes to achieve enormous success as she takes home one literary prize after another, while Howard’s own career progresses more slowly, and she often struggles to get her work into print. Her husband begins a long decline with Parkinson’s Disease, and later Shields is diagnosed with the cancer she died of in 2003. And amidst all this life, overwhelmingly, there is such joy. Inevitable, I suppose, from two women doing what they loved best (writing) and sharing their ideas all the while with an old, loved, cherished friend.

I suspect that there is something about my gender which makes me particuarly fond of collections of letters. It’s the same thing that makes me an assidious evesdropper, missing my streetcar stop, for example, so as not to miss the end of a stranger’s conversation. I find something so delicious about other people’s lives, but when these people’s lives are extraordinary, and when their expression of their lives via the written word is so particularly vivid, the resulting book can’t help but be gripping. And bookishly speaking, what a thrill I get being privy to the genesis of their own works, to their exchanged thoughts on Margaret Drabble’s “latest” The Radiant Way, Shields’ response to Joan Didion’s “On Keeping a Notebook”, to their critical admiration for M. Atwood, and feelings toward other giants in the CanLit scene.

Howard, along with her daughter Allison Howard, has edited these letters wonderfully. Divided into approprate chapters introduced by Howard, and interwoven with other relevant writings to flesh out the context, there is a wholeness to this work. Functioning on so many levels, truly it is a celebration. And not just of Shields and her powerful voice (whose power is undeniable here), and its silence too soon. But a celebration also of engagement with the world, of women, their lives, and, most of all, their friendships.

June 29, 2007

Umbrella

My love for Rihanna’s “Umbrella” knows no bounds, and I bought it from itunes yesterday. Such a lovely song, and anyway it’s on the official soundtrack of our England trip. “When the sun shines/ We’ll shine together/ Told you I’ll be here forever/ That I’ll always be your friend/ Took an oath/ I’ma stick it out ’till the end Now that it’s raining more than ever/ Know that we still have each other/ You can stand under my Umbrella.” Which is hardly profound, but I can’t think of the last time I heard a pop song so positive.

June 29, 2007

I wish it were a rhododendron

I write you from the weekend, which for me starts today (Friday) and, for most of us, lasts until Monday eve. And this has been my first day off since I started work, and I’ve spent it reading, and finishing a story I’m really pleased with. Having the kind of day I learned to have last winter when I wrote from nine to five, and what a treasure. I still think that now, even if these days only come along once in a blue moon. And this weekend is positively bursting with friends, which is glorious. We’re booked up every day, and even doubled booked some, and forces have conspired to make me happier and more assured than I’ve been in absolutely ages. The good times indeed. I’ve got a cup of tea beside me now.

June 28, 2007

New news

Ha, I say. Tina Brown’s new book digested. 50 year past the death of Malcolm Lowry. India Knight remarks brilliantly upon the SalmAn(!) Rushdie affair. And closer to home, our friends Carolyn and Steve got engaged last week. Hooray! And yesterday my summer job was offered to me as a permanent full time position, which I couldn’t refuse because day jobs don’t come better than this. How lucky am I.

June 27, 2007

Endorsement

Pickle Me This all and sundry are obsessed with Jordan’s Cereals— now on sale at Dominion. But we can’t buy it anymore, because we eat a box a day between us and that can’t be very good.

June 27, 2007

ReReading

Just days until the Second Great Summer Rereading Project begins, though the rules are slightly different this year. Last year I (almost) exclusively reread from June to August, and found the experience invaluable. If you read as quickly (and therefore sometimes as thoughtlessly) as I tend to, revisiting a book is essential to truly having grasped it. It’s also wonderful to judge your own progress by how a book has changed for you, and it’s fun to find lost objects in the pages (last year I found many cryptic phrases by my own hand, and also a two dollar bill). This year I felt like one month would do for rereading for me, as I had managed to get to so many books last year. But then I realized I’ve got too many new novels to be read, and if I stopped, I might never catch back up again. And so the project will go on for two months, alternating new reads and rereads. I look forward to books I’ve not read in ages, some of the ones which I reread every year, rediscovering forgotten things, and making all kinds of connections. First up is Portrait of a Lady. I am feeling brave.

June 26, 2007

Call For Submissions

I know there are more than a few among you who write short fiction. As Fiction Editor of echolocation (the Literary Journal of the Graduate English Department at the University of Toronto), I’m sorting through our submissions right now, narrowing down the batch, and if you would like to add your work to it, I would really love to see it. We pay $10 per page, and our coming out with issues I’ve been really proud of. Submission details are on our website, though summer means the process has slowed right down. It would be best to email me at my echolocation address (find it here) so I get it directly. And please contact me if you’ve got any questions.

June 26, 2007

Making It Up

Time has been running away from me lately– a symptom of June. I am now reading Lionel Shriver’s Double Fault and loving it. It’s my take-out book (paperback) whilst I’m reading A Memoir of Friendship, which is too big to carry around with me and really I’d just like to stay home until I finished it.

And last week I had the great pleasure of reading Penelope Lively’s Making It Up. I’ve never read anything else like it, nor was I originally compelled by the premise, but I had to read it anyway because, after all, Penelope Lively is one of my favourites. And fail me she didn’t– she never has.

Billed as “an anti-memoir” in our very age of memoirs, and I loved that idea. Lively takes pivotal points in her life and contemplates could-have-beens. What if her family had escaped Egypt via another route, and gone down in a boat sunk by the Germans? What if she’d gotten pregnant at eighteen? What if she had emigrated to America? But I was concerned as to how this would function in practice; how could this stand up as a book beyond the novelty of it all? And really I just wanted to read a Penelope Lively novel. Why couldn’t she just have written one?

But as I’ve already said, Penelope Lively is not in the business of disappointing. What the anti-memoir tag fails to convey is how truly “anti” these memoirs are; Lively herself is peripheral in most stories, absent from others, long dead in one. In fact this is more a collection of short stories, each with differerent characters, no continuity, and Lively herself as a character doesn’t ever appear. She understands that different versions of herself along other roads would have been someone else altogether. And so she has invented these people, as well as the people surrounding them.

These fictions are build upon the very opposite of fact, and are therefore the ultimate feat of imagination. Conjuring notions of story, of fate, what we are constructed from and where we go, as well as being a solid collection of stories in their own right. And I loved them for that, and for everything. For their authenticity, and for Penelope Lively’s nerve– to tell stories– which are more honest that any truth I’ve ever been told.

June 25, 2007

Bliss

June 25, 2007

Perfect Day

For me, today really was the best way to spend a day. After brunch, afternoon was spent lazing. I spent a good while reading in a hammock. I baked scones and served a tea party on the porch (with my own strawberry jam, which had successfully set!). We had a bbq tonight with Jennie and Curtis, with Stu-made burgers, my very favourite watermelon feta salad, and a green salad from the garden. Topped off with an ice cream cake. Dreams come true. I’m off to have a bath now, and so far twenty-eight is grand!

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