Sunday, March 15, 2015
“A Year at River Mountain”
by Michael Kenyon
Published by Thistledown Press
Review by Shelley A. Leedahl
$19.95 ISBN 978-1-927068-04-5
Sometimes a book is a river, drawing us in. Such is A Year at River Mountain, by heralded BC writer Michael Kenyon. The enigmatic 68-year-old narrator of Kenyon’s introspective novel is, like most of us, trying to make sense of his life. The former stage and screen actor’s removed himself from the manic “engine,” “blue-green anger” and “loneliness” of the western world to seek harmony and practice acupressure in a Chinese monastery. He writes: “I am at River Mountain because I have turned my back on my family, history, country.” His former world included an estranged wife and son and his professional roles; stark contrast to the valley, mountains, temples, plum trees, bamboo forest and fellow monks that surround him now.
It sounds pacific, but there are memories to wrestle with, and desire, and near the river beneath the monastery, nomadic tribes spar over boundaries and hungry children go missing.
The nameless monk’s past and present converge; he has traded “monks for players, master for director” as he goes about his daily routines of prayers, meditation, chores (ie: sweeping leaves from the temple path so the walk to and fro is soundless), meetings with the master, and practicing one-point acupressure (“the mapping of stars within the human body”) on other monks and villagers who require healing. The narrator says, “This calm collaboration. Being solitary in community. It is all I ever really wanted.” He considers what bowing meant in his former life, and what it means now: “Each time I am bowed to I bow, while offstage music plays.”
Kenyon possesses a writing style all his own. It’s dreamy, hypnotic. Seemingly random observations, asides and ideas are like stones in a river; his narrator at once child and elder, leaping across them. The short, subtitled sections often read like prose poems. A single section might include a memory from his married life, the master’s tears, and the seals in Active Pass. Lush descriptions of the weather and landscape are teased out between passages concerning monastic life and the narrator’s relationships with his spiritual brothers (including the blind bellringer, Frank, who lived in Illinois and “is good at small engine repairs”); Zou Yiyuan, the wise, nomadic dwarf who becomes his new master; and Zou Yiyuan’s beautiful, shamanic sister. There’s also the expectation of the return of Imogen, the “blonde and waif-like” Canadian actor who’s both chimera and “a kind of guide, pointing out this and that, this icon, that text.”
Kenyon’s characters are never dull and dialogue is never wasted. Readers are involved via direct address and philosophic questioning, ie: “If the world is still does chaos rise as a kind of sensitivity?”
As the actor-turned-monk writes his life story, he asks: “How can we tell what doesn’t matter?” Kenyon shows us that it all matters, from “Sunlight on the trees” to “The pulse stored under the skin.”
One does not so much read this book as swim through it. I feel richer for the tolling bells and the passionate journey.
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Written by Andrew McEwan
Published by Jackpine Press
Review by Shelley A. Leedahl
$15.00 ISBN 978-1-927035-17-7
Vancouverite Andrew McEwan’s Conditional, a saddle-stitched chapbook, contains two alternately playful and serious poems, or meditations. The first, “Spreading Sheets,” takes inspiration from a quote about stratus clouds, derived from an 1803 text called Essay on the Modification of Clouds (by Luke Howard). In the resulting text-which alternatingly appears on symbolically transparent vellum pages in a free verse style and on gray cotton pages in prose poem blocks-the poet asks “what is this fog?”
Fog, here, is up for interpretation. The author alludes to Vancouver’s “visibility issues,” and hovering mainland\mists,” to condensation from the bathroom mirror,” and perhaps also to the fog of human thought as we wait in queues, “cannot see the object of our mourning,” and listen to financial and real estate market forecasts.
Or perhaps it is none of these. McEwan keeps us entertained and guessing with disparate thoughts. “Of the animals seen today only the blanket of crows migrating past reads as symbolic,” he writes. And in the next two lines: “A rezoning is in progress. Everything is on sale except for the waterproof outerwear.”
This first poem registers contemporary social chaos like sound-bites, includes domestic and writerly habits (“In bed for days at a time, turning dictionary pages”), and makes us think: “Routines test forgery as a method for coping with absence.”
The second poem, “Return Policy,” is written in couplets interspersed with retail instructions, ie: “Any purchase made by debit card\will be refunded to the original debit card.”
I like this idea of found poetry: of taking the phrases we hear or read so often we don’t ordinarily give them another thought (unless we need to, say, return an appliance). It is akin to the modern art installation: it’s the bringing together of disparate elements to create something new that warrants admiration.
Irony is a key element in this hand-sized, limited-edition (only 75 copies) chapbook published by Saskatchewan’s Jackpine Press. “As far as the eye can see the eye overlooks,” McEwan writes. “Proximity counterfeits acquaintance.” I particularly enjoyed this statement: “We knew the rules starting out, but forgot\the implications.”
McEwan has much to say in this small book, and I expect we’ll be hearing more from him. Aside from Conditional, he’s also authored repeater (a finalist for the Gerald Lampert Award), and the chapbooks Input / Output and This Book Is Depressing.
To learn more about this and Jackpine’s many other unique chapbooks, see www.jackpinepress.com.
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Posted by Shelley Anna at 2:49 PM
Friday, March 6, 2015
A reminder for myself to stop and appreciate nature's beauty
as my spring kicks into full (touring) gear ... schedule below.
Japanese Garden, VIU Nanaimo
(I presented at VIU with Michael Kenyon on March 3rd)
Thursday, March 26, 7 PM - Shelley A. Leedahl launches her essay collection I Wasn't Always Like This (Signature Editions) at McNally Robinson Booksellers in Saskatoon.
Friday, March 27th, 8:45 a.m. - Multi-genre writer Shelley A. Leedahl reads and presents a workshop at Walter Murray Collegiate in Saskatoon
Friday, March 27, 6 PM - Literary Salon at the home of Dee and Dave, Langham
Saturday, March 28th, 3 PM - The Meadow Lake Public Library hosts Shelley A. Leedahl for a reading from I Wasn't Always Like This, followed by a workshop titled "Prompts"
Sunday, March 29th, 1 - 2:15 PM - Shelley A. Leedahl is signing books at Extra Foods in Meadow Lake
Tuesday, March 31st, 7 PM - The Reid-Thompson Public Library in Humboldt hosts Shelley A. Leedahl for a reading from her latest book
Wednesday, April 1st, 2:00 PM - Shelley A. Leedahl presents a salon (and music) at Westridge, 301 - 3rd Street West, in Watrous
Thursday, April 2nd, 7:30 PM - Join Shelley A. Leedahl for a reading in Watrous at the Gallery on Third
Tuesday, April 7th, 7 - 8:30 PM - Shelley A. Leedahl presents an interactive salon the Watrous Public Library (This will be of special interest to book clubs).
Wednesday, April 8th, 7 PM - The Moose Jaw Public Library hosts Shelley A. Leedahl, reading from I Wasn't Always Like This (essay collection)
Friday, April 9th, 7 PM - Literary Salon at the home of John and Margaret, Edmonton
Saturday, April 10th, 7 PM - Literary Salon at the home of Norma, Leduc
Sunday, April 12th, 3 PM - Shelley A. Leedahl reads at Shelf Life Books in Calgary, 1302 4 St SW
It's going to be busy as I hit the road \ air \ and track tracks with I Wasn't Always Like This (Essays, Signature Editions), beginning with my Saskatoon Launch. If you live in Edmonton and want to attend one of the two home salons I'm doing in that area, please be in touch via firstname.lastname@example.org ... I'll check to see if the hosts have room for more.
Posted by Shelley Anna at 1:52 PM