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A Short Review of Marko Sijan’s ‘Mongrel’

 

 

Jim Bartley of the Globe and Mail aptly wrote of Marko Sijan’s debut novel: “Out of the mud of teenage hope and desperation, [Marko Sijan] generates black diamonds.”

These ‘black diamonds’, gems of dark and elegiac humor, are the book’s five interconnected chapters, capturing five aggressive youths in the prime of their dreams and delusions. While the catalysts of their lives range from drugs and sex to power and ambitions, with anxiety hovering above it all, the book itself maintains authenticity through plausibility of voice and detail. Yes, there is intensity and urgency to Mongrel, but the text doesn’t peddle shock value, especially when one considers its framework: A parallactic and simultaneous catharsis in five separate lives set over the course of 12 hours in Windsor, Ontario.

As today’s turn-of-the-century youth aspire to culturally slip further and further from definition, it’s a novel like Marko’s that captures the spirit of this demographic: Its veneration of elders, its grapples with shunting old traditions and creating new ones, issues of vocation and social roles… As was said in the New York Times’ article ‘What is it about 20-somethings?’, it’s about feeling both elevated and trapped in a world of pure possibilities.

All this, topped with a pervasive ambivalence toward self and North American multiculturalist society as a whole. Sijan’s book is an odd contrast to what is the presumably contented view that Canadians culturally live in relative harmony with one another. While some may take that as a safe assumption, Mongrel‘s outsiders and immigrants (Jamaican, Quebecois, German-American and Serbian) demonstrate a different reality. Given the setting with Windsor’s proximity to Detroit, Michigan, one may infer some feeling that this is a conflicted environment composed of fringes, but really, in terms of just Canada, a peach can’t be without a bruise now and then.

I’d highly recommend Marko’s article ‘The Gutter Years” in Issue 81 of Canadian Notes and Queries, where he describes a nigh decade-long process of trying to get his book published in the first place.

“Marko Sijan co-wrote a script for a short film entitled Eva Meets Felix, which premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival in September of 1999. His poetry, fiction and non-fiction have appeared in Maisonneuve, Canadian Notes & Queries, Branch and Encore magazines, and on the Parliamentary Poet Laureate website. Marko lives in Montreal.”

 

- JP

Published in: Book Reviews | on December 15th, 2011 | No Comments »

The Shadow of the Wind. Carlos Zafon

Shadow of the Wind. Carlos Ruiz Zafon. At Argo.
 
I know at least one person that claims this is the best book he ever read and another that claims it is an absolute must read. Its star-power made me leary and so it has taken me a long time to get around to reading it. The family and I were off to a quiet long weekend punctuated by a fireplace and the superbowl and I needed something engrossing and easy to read. The time for Zafon’s mystery had arrived. I will not say it is one of the best books ever because it was about 15% too long and contains at least one storyline that is of no real use but it was a great book to read on vacation.
 
First the good: The narrative is engrossing. Daniel is 10 years old and the son of a used book dealer in Barcelona when he encounters the book called “Shadow of the Wind” by Julian Carax. He then learns that despite his great literary merit Mr. Carax never had the sales he deserved. To make matters worse someone is going around burning all the copies of the books that can be found. This adds an element of danger to the story as you begin to hope Daniel will remain safe. The book follows Daniel and a (too-large) cast of characters as he tries over the course of several years to unwrap the story. The story includes everything from prostitutes to nuns, loving of all sorts (homosexual, incestual, etc.) it has wealthy families and poor ones. You name it youll find it here. It is a little like a blockbuster movie trying to fit all the clichés in to make sure everyone gets what they wanted, but it works well, like you favorite Hollywood movie.
 
The start of the novel is hauntingly beautiful and makes you want to keep readin and get to know Daniel better. The ending was satisfying and worth waiting for. The beginning and the ending demonstrate what this book almost was and what I think my friends focus on. These certainly combine to make the book worth your time.
 
The bad: The story is much too long and drags throughout the middle. There are pointless characters that slow the book down and are only there to lead you down the wrong path in your mystery solving. Most of the characters in the book are like robots. They are there to divulge their own little bit of the mystery and nothing more. They are unreal and appear to have no life outside of the story. This novel would have been better if more atttention was given to the gaggle of characters that float within it. The flatness of the characters renders the book very close to a basic mystery novel that just has a neat premise revolving around a book. Which is annoying because other characters fly off the page and serve little purpose in the mystery, and by doing so suggest that Zafon could have rendered the characters of his novel much more completely.
 
I do not read a lot of mystery novels because they either have terrribly low quality of writing (that is right James Patterson and Dan brown I am talking to you with your oversimplified phrases and nonsensical premises) or they captivate a person but at the end you feel you have wasted your time. This novel is well-written and I recomend it, but I am not sure if it was a waste of my time because the characters did not teach me anything about being human.
Published in: Book Reviews | on February 10th, 2011 | No Comments »

Evolution of inanimate objects.

Evolution of inanimate objects. Harry Karlinsky.

This is a very quirky book about a very quirky piece of history. We all know the name Charles Darwin. We all know his theory of evolution is generally accepted to be true and that he was one of the greatest minds of all time and that his perception of the world was special. But do you know about Thomas Darwin? Have you ever heard the story of the youngest of the Darwin clan?

Thomas Darwin died in an Asylum in London Ontario at 22 years of age. Karlinsky was studying the asylum when he stumbled across this story. This novel is docu-fiction, research has gone into it and it reprints full letters of historical figures, but the documentation simply left too many holes in the story. Karlinsky has written a short and highly readable version of a short and sad life.

Thomas was a young scientist showing signs of competence and passion when he went off to university. Sadly he got side tracked applying the theories of his father where no real application can be made. Namely, he began to think very carefully about the flawed nature of human products, how if a machine makes 1000 candlesticks the variations are numerous and no to are truly the same. That was a good observation, especially for the time. however, young Thomas then proceeded to think that if objects were left alone long enough they would change. EXAMPLE: if a fork and a spoon were left one on top of the other long enough they would combine and spawn. He made many many studies of this feature of inanimate objects, all tests were of course negative but that did not convince him his theory was untrue. Anyone can see the futility of such research. There was something wrong with the mind of Thomas and so he failed to recognize the obvious and rather quickly he lost the ability to function in society. while in the hospital he quickly became ill and died.

Karlinsky weaves the tale with authority and beauty. The sadness just underneath the surface remains there as he attempts to keep the story in the funny side of things. He rights it fairly, with an even hand and compellingly. This is a very fast read that probes at the unraveling of a mind.

Published in: Book Reviews | on January 12th, 2011 | No Comments »

The Matter With Morris. David Bergen

The Matter With Morris. David Bergen. In the Argo Catalog.

The Matter With Morris garnered a lot of attention this fall as it was short listed for the Giller Prize and its publisher, Harper Collins, went ad happy over it. I decided to ask my father to read it, he often vets books for me. He gave it a mediocre review claiming it was worth reading but not all that special and unlikely to win the Giller. After reading the book myself I largely agree with him (of course he has not won the Giller, The Sentamentalists did). It was not a bad book, but a rather uneven one for a veteran writer like Bergen.

Morris is a middle aged man that has spent his adult life as a columnist telling the world about his family and their trials and tribulations. The main event in the book is one you never get to see. Morris, a pacifist with a Methodist background, challenges his belligerent son to join the army during one of those oh-so-normal-fights parents have with teenagers. Sadly, the child goes off to join the Canadian military and in little time is shot dead in a friendly fire incident. The death tears the family apart as both parents cope poorly with it.

The fact of friendly fire is an interesting twist in the book. It changes the way the parents and the reader view the death, it guarantees that they and we see the death as a waste. This creates a huge tension in the book as the dead child is not viewed as a hero. I think viewing war dead as heroes helps families in dealing with their loss, when this olive branch is revoked, as Bergen points out, only tragedy ensues. The killer is a young man that will have to deal with his past for the rest of his life. His attempts to contact the family and the process of forgiveness on the part of the parents could have been the heart of the novel, I would have enjoyed it more, it could have won the awards. But I did not write the book Bergen did. There is a single scene that lasts a few  pages that was heart wrenching and demonstrative of Bergen’s abilities and humiliatingly reminds me why I write reviews and he writes books.

The real problem with the book is that the characters did not seem very real to me. I do not think I am any closer to understanding what a man going through such a situation feels. Bergen has us watch the characters but not really engage with them. This is where the dissatisfaction with the novel stems from. I am surprised that despite this lack the book was nominated for the Giller. Surely Illustrado is more complete and accomplishes its goals more fully, Mr. Shakespeare’s Bastard offers better prose and other books I have not read that came out this year offered more complete and believable characters.

All that said, this is an important story, if not book, and I suggest you read it unless you know of a better novel dealing with the subject. (If you do please contact me I would love to read it).

Published in: Book Reviews | on December 9th, 2010 | No Comments »

Checkpoint. Nicholson Baker.

After reading The Anthologist I thought I would read more of Mr. Baker’s work. I found a remaindered copy of Checkpoint and grabbed it. This is a short novella. The action takes place in a single room over a short period of time. The scenario is the meeting up of two old friends in a Washington hotel. The one that called the meeting wants to inform the other that he is going to shot George Bush (then president). He wants to talk about his motives on tape ahead of time so that people will see that he is not crazy. The friend, rightfully, tries to stop him.

The best part of this book is that the would-be assassin does not come off as all that crazy and the conversation bashing the state of America and it politics and politicians is one that I at least can picture having/might have had in the past. The non-assassin at times even starts to say “we” when he is talking about what is wrong. He becomes impassioned and the reader gets the notion that he is getting close to joining his friend. This conversation demonstrates the profound problems in America, the richest country on earth. It depicts trying times in the West and in that sense this is a great book, it has strong representational power.

Where the novel fails is that Mr. Baker is just too funny to pull such a story off. The assassin comes off as quite funny. The novella lacks the sense of the sinister that I would think is needed. This lack creates a lack of weight.

Published in: Book Reviews | on November 30th, 2010 | No Comments »

My Reading Life. Pat Conroy

My Reading Life. Pat Conroy. Order it Here.

The essay has been making a real comeback lately with all sorts of novelists offering a book of their own. Pat Conroy is a person whose fiction work I am not terribly interested in, however, I am a sucker for books about the love of books. Books by people that share my point of view that literature is a grand thing and ought not to be ignored, that it offers us access to better things are almost always delicious. So when I received a copy of his little book on his life spent reading I jumped in. The essays in the book are persuasive in that they make you want to go and read the books he discusses, they are are beautiful because you get to know him and some of the role models in his life.

He summed up my feelings about authors that are too narrative driven and unconcerned with the beauty hidden within the language when he notes, “To be boring is not just a sin it’s a crime.” I might add that to waste your time on such works is a shame as well, which is something he discusses later, “I selected all my books for the possibility of some flare of candles along the road toward illumination or enchantment.” Do you have a hard time knowing if what you are reading is up to a standard you can be proud of? Consider the following, “Safety is a crime writers should never commit unless they are after tenure or praise.” Is the book you are reading in this category? I suspect not all books hold the same potential to enlighten and delight us and I know each of us only has so much time. The conclusion is obvious.

To read for any other goal seems like a waste of time, I have relaxed by lakes with books that have blown me away. Conroy takes this to an extreme, “When I pick up a book, the prayer that rises out of me is that it changes me utterly and that I am not the man who first selected that book from a well-stocked shelf,” but I think he is on to something. When is the last time you read a book you thought my impact the way you read the world?

On censorship he is purposeful and direct. Explaining the issue, “There was nothing to fear in The Catcher in the Rye except the danger of its being censored by people who hadn’t read it.” Every reader knows that freedom of choice is crucial. The homogenization of our culture where everyone seems to read whatever best selling pablum is du jour has me worried and I think the sad state of our democracies, our national and individual finances and our environmental record all speak to the impact of this (of course there are many other factors). Conroy knows at least one person that agrees with me, “He found most of modern life unbearable and the rest indefensible.” Literature is of course the avenue this character uses to not lose all hope.
Like many die hard readers I am an advocate of the ability of literature to make us better people, to offer us models to follow. Conroy claims, “Reading Tolstoy makes us strive to be better people: better husbands and wives, children and friends. He tries to teach us how to live by letting us participate in the brimming, storied experiences of his fictional world.” There are many characters that define virtuous traits for us, all we have to do is read about them ans we gain access to what it can mean to be human. Regular reading allows us to constantly remember the standards we wish to set for ourselves, higher, I hope, than those we see on television and in Hollywood movies.
Sadly the power of the novel is diminishing. Its role in society is waning. Conroy laments,”I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does not mean I had to like that trend or go along with it. I fight against these movements with every book I write.”  While I disagree with his aesthetics, I do see what he is saying. Art has ceased to talk to the everyman, maybe it never did. But I know that I hear a lot of people say DeLillo and Pynchon are incomprehensible, or Pollock can’t paint. The disconnect is real and it is a shame. Maybe because they misunderstood Ray Bradbury Amazon now sells “Kindle Singles” that try to abridge long books, leaving the key components (about 80 pages), as though War and Peace could have been shorter. The loss in this is tragic and I sincerely hope people do not buy into this new way of reading, I really really hope that they do not read these and decide the classics are just as useless as they always thought. (A thought they have been taught by those who stand to benefit enormously from best sellers).

A few more ideas and beautiful lines from an engaged mind:

On Poetry and language: “Poets candle the pilot light where language hides from itself.”
On reading:  “That’s what a good book does–it puts readers on their knees. It makes you want to believe in a world you just read about–the one that will make you feel different about the world you thought you lived in, the world that will never be the same.”

On book construction: “The slender volume looks as though it might have been milled with butterfly wings and the armored enamel of ladybugs.”

If you love reading and are not sure why this book may help. If you love characters you should read this book because it is full of them, including a bookstore owner that knows essentially nothing about books (he places The Great Gatsby in Mystery because that is what the title suggests to him). If you want to be reminded why you love reading or are looking for a new list of books to work on I suggest you sit back an enjoy and evening with Mr. Conroy, you will not regret it.

Published in: Book Reviews | on November 15th, 2010 | No Comments »

On God. An Uncommon Conversation. Norman Mailer.

On God. An Uncommon Conversation. Norman Mailer. In the Argo catalog

Norman Mailer is a novelist and as such deals with the creation of the world and the essence of being humane every day. In this book, a series of conversations with Michael Lennon, Mailer expounds a very anarchic vision of what God is and how God works. Often his voice is annoying and his ideas (bizarrely) lack creativity. Nevertheless, at times he strikes upon a thought that is worth considering.

This is not a book of deep erudition or theological strength. While it does not pretend to be and Mailer is very clear on this point from the opening of the book, I am not entirely sure what I got out of the book nor what anyone else would. I think that the book would really only be interesting to  big fans of Mailer because he explains some of his cosmic beliefs and that could help his fans to understand him.

I read the book to the end because it is not very long and the interview style of it makes it very readable. Overall the book is a let down but it does not take a lot of your time and it might make you think about the metaphor of God as an artist a little longer and harder than you have in the past.

Published in: Book Reviews | on November 9th, 2010 | No Comments »

Little Man What Now? Hans Fallada

Little Man What Now? Hans Fallada. Reviewed. In the Argo Catalog.

Hans Fallada is fast becoming one of my favorite writers. He is a perfect hybrid of Kafka and Dostoevsky. He delves into the psyche of a character in the way of the master of such tales, Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Fallada goes further than Dusty, he doesn’t stop with an individual character or two, instead he uses his protagonist to capture the feel of a society and thus creates a world. The creation of the world reminds me of Kafka’s Castle. The scenery and society of Kafka has always struck me as especially vivid and where he has often felt lacking is in the emotional side of the individual. For those that know Fallada’s life story it will come as no surprise that the emotional side of his characters and the societies they function within is front and center.

In Little Man What Now? Fallada depicts a young man that is just starting a family. This normally great thing (and in the books there are many hints to suggest Fallada thinks that having a family is a good thing) is nearly a disaster for the man. Sadly for him, he lives in Germany and the depression is on, the National Socialists are gaining power but not yet in control and the economy is stagnant. A family is a risky proposition as the ability to support a family is far from guaranteed.

The book follows them through their trials and tribulations. It depicts a world of fear and deprivation. At one point a bartender mocks the main character for thinking that having a baby is a good thing. Fallada, ever the optimist, despite explaining exactly how the empty half of the glass looks, shows that living is always better than dying and that persevering is always worth it, even if everything is difficult and life never really gets easy. It is easier to know you are on the side of right, that you are doing what is good and best and having an extremely wearisome time of it.

If you have not yet read Hans Fallada and you are a fan of Coetzee, Dostoyevsky, Kafka, Stegner, and literary writing then you need to run out to a local bookshop and buy a copy of at least one of his books. You will not regret it, you may even thank me for it.

Published in: Book Reviews | on November 2nd, 2010 | No Comments »

Hard Rain Falling. Don Carpenter

Hard Rain Falling. Don Carpenter. An NYRB Book In the Argo Catalog.

Who amongst us has never fought an institution? Who has never despaired at the injustice of a grade they received from a teacher that just didn’t understand? Who has not howled as they watched their friends destroyed by the madness of society? who, in short, has not raged against the machine? Mr. Carpenter’s is a gritty book. It is a book about how where you start life can truly be unfair. There are certain beginnings that are excessively difficult to overcome. At the heart of this novel is the question of freedom in society.

The main character, Mr. Levitt, fights against society, and so do his acquaintances (one would be hard-pressed to call them friends). They are a group that start behind the eight ball in life and soon find themselves hustling at pool halls. Their anger and their stubbornness cost them a great deal over their lives. Yet we know they are just being true to themselves. It is hard to know if that counts for much when the characters are in prison or involved in hateful relationships.

What strikes me about this novel is that the characters are mostly bad people, selfish and unable to adjust to society, and yet I want things to work out for them.  I have been in situations where I fought systems, I do not think I have ever won. Even so I would not change my position (tactics is another question). By staying true to my stubborn self I have attempted to avoid condoning acts or systems that I find abhorrent. This of course, has cost me some advantages  in life. I think it has worked out for me so far. It is an interesting trick Mr. Carpenter uses in order to get the reader to side with his characters.

This is a clever novel about an interesting question we all face from time to time. Its insights are mediocre, it will not solve any of your problems or answer your questions, and likely will not change you in any meaningful way; but it will show you that many people face dilemmas and it might make you feel good about how you face yours.

Published in: Book Reviews | on October 30th, 2010 | No Comments »

Light Lifting. Alexander Macleod

Light Lifting. Alexander Macleod. In the Argo Catalog.

Alexander has some pretty big shoes to fill. Him writing is like the Trudeau boy going into politics, it seems like a good idea, it seems like his childhood likely to have prepared him somewhat for the lifestyle. And yet, it is not such a good idea because the expectations are rather high. I mean, it is not like Eli and Peyton Manning whose father was a mediocre NFL quarterback on a less than average team. We are talking about Peyton’s son trying to be an NFL QB. It is asking for trouble. As I read the book I tried to ignore the hype and just consider the book for what it is. I think it is a book that demonstrates his youth as a writer and shows a lot of promise.

The stories that make up the book are very uneven. The first and last are far superior to the others. Light Lifting itself is sort of a let-down of a story, I am not sure why it was deemed the title story. The stories, even the better ones, tend to ramble on much longer than was needed or necessary. I suspect every one of them would benefit from a 25% culling in size. There are blissfully profound lines but they are simply to few and far between, an experienced writer would have recognized the strengths and played off them better.

There are several stories in the book that are very boring, exactly the sort of pedestrian stuff that CanLit haters love to mock. I am not sure why this is on the Giller list. Maybe one day he will win one but not with this set of stories (I hope). I have read superior collections of short stories that are more interesting, more exciting, demonstrating a greater grasp of literary writing, a clearer vision of the world and offering better/deeper insights into human nature by young Canadian writers. Macleod hints towards this but gets stuck in a conservative CanLit format/feeling. He is like a caterpillar that has partly left the cocoon, I hope he makes it the rest of the way with his next book, which I will certainly read.

Published in: Book Reviews | on October 28th, 2010 | No Comments »