Reviews by Michael Bryson
New Orleans is Sinking
by Mark Anthony Jarman
Oberon Press, 1998
In these nine stories, Mark Anthony Jarman shows as much versatility,
humour and sensitivity as J.D. Salinger at his best. Jarman's narrators
zoom off the page, commanding presences demanding comparisons to past
authors, like ol' J.D., who were big and bold. Salinger may not be Jarman's
most obvious ancestor, but in his preference for first-person narrations
and characters who speak from the margins of their society, Jarman aligns
himself strongly with the tradition that sprang Salinger's modern tales
of mid-century Romanticism. (The line goes back at least as far as Wordsworth's
shepherds.)
Jarman's lyricism, likewise, is never far from the surface. His prose
sparkles with kinetic energy. Writing teachers would say, "He has
a good ear, " or "He has a poet's touch." These statements
are true, but they allude to less than the whole story. The sound of Jarman's
prose is a significant element of its success, but there is more going
on. Hemingway said good prose could reach into the 4th and 5th dimensions.
If this is possible, Jarman achieves it. His stories are not simple narration,
though their plotting and characters are strong. Neither are the stories
simply strongly rhythmic. What the stories achieve is a strong integration
of literary elements, and the total effect is often symphonic.
In his famous essay on Al Purdy, Dennis Lee speaks of Purdy's "polyphonetics";
that is, his ability to shift voices in mid-verse, and conduct a kind
of dialogue with himself and the culture within the form of a single poem.
Jarman achieves similar fireworks in these stories. The stories integrate
Beatles' lyrics, academic jargon, common talk from the coffee shop, bar
or hockey arena, the same way we integrate the stories of popular television
shows, songs or movies into our daily lives. We measure our stories against
the stories that surround us, and Jarman's characters are no different.
He surrounds them with a swirl of information, and somehow manages not
to lose them in the confusion. His success is not less than spectacular.
Salvage King, Ya!
by Mark Anthony Jarman
Anvil
Press, 1998.
This gem is by now a notable underground hit. Sadly, it would probably
need no introduction if it had snagged a more appropriate title and a
more consumer-friendly cover design. A story about a boozing, coke snorting,
skirt chasing minor-league hockey player during the final days of his
often brutally violent ice warrior career, Mark Anthony Jarman's first
novel landed him a handful of all star reviews and dozens of appreciative
readers. Far fewer than it deserved. The writing is first rate and packs
an intensity not much seen in the land of the petrified prairie gopher
(would that be W.O. Mitchell or Margaret Laurence? Either will do). If
it's the best hockey book ever written, does that make it The Great Canadian
Novel?
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