Friday, 24 May 2013

Digression: Books I'm Reviewing—D.W. Wilson's "Ballistics"

  The last time I was in Seattle, I passed by a gun buyback hosted by the police and sheltered under an I-5 overpass downtown. 
   For this unusual, but very American-seeming event the plan was for gun owners to retire their firearms in exchange for gift cards.  Even though the buyback was open to everyone, no women were visible.
   The police soon faced a problem, however: commercial buyers showed up too, pacing outside the territory the police had claimed and holding up signs proclaiming "Cash for Guns," and so on—a big obstacle, in other words, to permanently removing firearms from circulation.
   Besides the novelty of the event itself, the other noteworthy visual was the carnivalesque atmosphere. Outside the police zone, guys dressed specially for the occasion in camo, canvas vests, hunting colours, and sniper black (I'm talking about downtown Seattle here, where dyed hair, visible tattoos, and/or head to toe preppy are the usual indicators of belonging), and traded back slapping moments of camaraderie while handling one another's rifles. (Yes, the homosocial aspects caught my attention.)

   Watching them from within the car, I was reminded of the set up in Johan Renck's music video for The Knife's "Pass This On": a drag performer sings before an audience in what looks like a footballer clubhouse. The empty space between the watchful and potentially hostile audience and the delicate lone singer—the dance floor, technically, but also symbolic of the divide between two worldviews, two genders, and two sexualities—seems both menacing and vast. While Renck's video collapses that divide in a utopian fiction of scenes with euphoric dancing, in the reality of an overcast Seattle afternoon in January, I didn't feel so hopeful.

  Anyhow, this posting is all digression that began with me thinking about the gun-happy guys in Ballistics. Oops.

   My review appears in The National Post.

Friday, 17 May 2013

Digression: Books I'm Reviewing—Dede Crane's "Every Happy Family"

  Just as some professions seem to be overrepresented in literature (artists and writers and professors, for instance), others are underrepresented (garbage collectors, managers of fast food franchises, bus drivers). 
   Ditto for cities, with the Greater Toronto Area commanding a hefty proportion of the Canadian literary imaginary. Nice and pretty and reputedly boring Victoria, meanwhile, barely registers. 
   Set in Fairfield, one of the prettiest neighbourhoods anywhere, Dede Crane's Every Happy Family offers a glimpse of tumultuous middle-class life in BC's capital city.
My review appears in The Winnipeg Review.

Sunday, 12 May 2013

Digression: Books I'm Reviewing—Spring Books (End o' the Season)

   Night class begins tomorrow, and that also brings to a close my book reading and reviewing for Spring 2013. 
   The last of the fiction I'll be writing about (listed accorded to personal enjoyment factors, high to low) includes Lisa Moore's Caught, Dede Crane's Every Happy Family, and D.W. Wilson's Ballistics; the reviews will appear in The Vancouver Sun, The Winnipeg Review and The National Post in the next few weeks (I imagine...I submit reviews, but have no control when they're actually published).