TDR
Interview: Alayna Munce
Alayna Munce
is the author of When I Was
Young And in My Prime. She
grew up in Huntsville, Ontario, and has spent most of her adulthood in
the Parkdale neighbourhood of Toronto. In 2003, she won second prize in
the CBC Literary Awards’ travel writing category. In 2004, she was
featured in the anthology Breathing Fire 2: Canada’s New Poets.
TDR conducted this interview. It’s
true. The questions are bolded. The answers are not. No names have been
changed.
(February 2006)
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Tell us about your origins.
I came from an intensely lit-loving family. It was almost a
religion. Another father might have quoted the bible--Dad used to
quote everyone from John Irving ("Get obsessed and stay
obsessed") to Forster ("Only connect") to Yeats
(something ominous about a rough beast slouching toward Bethlehem to be
born...). Books seemed to me
the most basic balm around, and I could never figure out why anyone
would ever want to do anything else with their life but try to make
them.
Grandparents, it could be argued, seems for our generation, in many
ways, to have had a big hand in raising us. They were in my experience,
as important as my real parents. Is your book in some ways a tribute to
them?
I guess so. A tribute to their endurance and ordinary guts. To the unglamorous heroics of immigration and manual labour and
marriage. There's a poem by Jack Gilbert called The Abnormal Is
Not Courage that says it better than I ever could.
How do you feel about the questions people ask about books, be
honest. I hate them. "Is it poetry is it fiction" don't
you just want them to take it and inhale it and be like, yeah, i like it
or no it's not for me. I hate having to explain things and say well page
35 came from an idea I had for six Tuesdays in May 2001.... people never
question a painting or a song the same way. any thoughts?
Yeah, it drives me a bit nuts. Fiction/poetry. Fiction/non-fiction. I've been learning more and more clearly that
caring about those distinctions when I write only shuts me down. I
think the distinctiveness and authenticity of a writer's voice depends
exactly on letting one's own unique blend of narrative and lyric
impulses come to the fore. And also on finding a stance that feels
natural (or unnatural but fruitful) with relationship to one’s own
experience in the world, and on really letting oneself inhabit that
stance whether it be close or distant or skewed or straight-up. Often,
the more genuine a voice is, the less those genre distinctions matter—or
vice versa maybe. I heard Irving Layton's son (David?) on the
radio a while ago talking about how no one ever talks about fictional or
non-fictional poetry the way they do prose. It's such an odd
obsession, really.
What do you make of the locals?
I think my friend Sue Sinclair is an amazing poet. She goes to
places that are very hard to get to. And Michael Winter's books
(although I guess he's only local part of the time) floor me. And
there's a local song-writer called Andrew Penner (of The Sunparlour
Players) who I'm a huge fan of—he often plays Sunday nights at the
Tranzac, and it's always an infusion for me.
Do you find aging depressing? Or
is it a part of life? I always see elderly people and don't get
depressed so much as worry they are going to fall and get hurt. Then I
end up falling on the way out the door to get coffee. But my point is,
yes its part of life, but it seems to be the end.
It's not that I find aging in itself
depressing. It is part of life, but it's also a particular crucible. The
thing for me is that for a whole lot of people (in our culture at
least), old age means violent loneliness. I guess find that more scary
than depressing. Reallly scary. Way scarier than death.
Are you nostalgic?
Hell yeah. Can't help it. I wish I were
funny instead, but I'm not. It's assumed that if someone calls you
nostaligic, it's an insult. I think there are good and bad kinds of
nostalgia though. Good nostalgia looks forward at the same time as back.
It uses its regret. That's the kind of nostalgia the epigraph from Jan
Zwicky is getting at, the kind I hope I traffic in. George Grant's
phrase "intimations of deprival" has always struck me. I think
it can be salutary to pay attention to that glimpse of a ghost of a
sense of something missing.
You've won a few contests, how does
this help your overall process as a writer? What pieces from your Grain
contest wins are you proudest of?
I like all three of the Grain
pieces. The "Alice in Love" postcard story became the seed for
the novel I'm working on now. I have a thing for short pieces (I guess
that's obvious from the structure of my book). I mostly use contests as
a way to manufature a deadline for myself to finish and polish something
I'm working on. I need deadlines. I can make them for myself, but it's
way easier to stick to them if they're in some way tied to the world. It
can get me into trouble though. When I won the CBC literary award, I
realized that when I'd entered I hadn’t truly thought through the fact
that I might win. It was a really personal piece about the recent death
of my father, and at the time I'd really needed to finish it.
Then all of a sudden it was being
broadcast on national radio and being read by strangers on airplanes all
over the world (they publish the wining pieces in Air Canada's ENRoute
magazine). That experience of vulnerability was actually a kind of
pivotal moment for me--I got that it's always going to be that way for
me, it’s what I do. And that it was maybe a bit disingenuous to tell
myself i hadn't thought about winning. I want my stuff out there.
There's a drive to communicate, and
when you're an unknown writer contests can sometimes get you an
audience.
What else are you working on?
A novel called I Can't Help
Myself and a collection of poetry called My Cousin Ate Fire at
her Wedding. I'm trying to keep the poetry and the prose a
little bit more separate this time, to see if I can.
The anthology business is booming here in Can-Lit. How did you feel
about _Breathing Fire 2_, and the rebutal anthology Pissing
Ice and the State of Canadian Poetry?
It was nice to be chosen for the
anthology. I wouldn't argue with the charge that it doesn't have a lot
of range. To be honest though, I don’t pay much attention to that kind
of debate. It drains me. I read fairly widely in poetry--from Lyn
Hejinian to Rilke, Basho to Tomas Transtromer. I write what I write. I
eke it out of wherever it lives, and I feel lucky to get it out at all.
I think rob mclennan’s right when he says there are more voices than
the binary "conservative" and "innovative". I'm
guessing my own work has moments of both, though I don't try to be
either. I liked the night last month when I read with you at the IV
Lounge: me reading from my nostalgic, lyrical sort-of-novel about love
and aging and Parkdale; you reading from your urgent, hilarious,
uncategorizable book about violent bowling; Betsy Warland getting
volunteers from the audience to read pieces (which included much
creative use of punctuation) from an art-installation she'd just
finished based on tips for surviving natural disasters. I like voices
that are coming into their own.
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