Esi Edugyan

Esi Edugyan’s book shortlisted for 2012 Orange Prize

At the end of this month, the last winner of the Orange Prize for Fiction will be announced. The prize has been around since 1996, and is given to celebrate “excellence, originality and accessibility in women’s writing from throughout the world.” (Orange Prize website) The winner receives a cheque for £30,000 and a limited edition bronze figurine known as a ‘Bessie’, created and donated by the artist Grizel Niven. (What is the value of £30,000 today compared to 1996? Does that mean every year the winner gets less than the year before?)

The prize money comes from an anonymous endowment. That means the mobile services company, Orange, was funding the sponsorship of the prize (promotion, event etc.). Kate Mosse, the co-founder and honorary director of the Orange Prize for Fiction, is confident about finding a replacement sponsor: Interviewed by the Guardian, she said, “It’s very rare for a sponsorship like this to come onto the market – the investment generates something in the region of £17.5 million a year in advertising, and the cultural capital of the women’s prize for fiction is practically second to none. The potential is very exciting. … Over the last few days we’ve started to have informal conversations with companies, and as a result of going on the Today programme this morning to announce the end of Orange’s sponsorship, we’ve had more calls. Of course, I’ll be a happy woman when we’ve signed on the dotted line, but I feel pretty confident that this time next year it’ll be a bigger and better prize just with a different name over the door. Sponsorship is a marriage between the company and the prize, and it’s about finding the perfect match.”

Linda Grant, 2000 winner for When I Lived in Modern Times, explains that while the Orange prize has opened up the literary landscape to new writing, to stories that “existing prizes seemed wilfully to ignore,” the prize’s real value is in the financial support that it gives to writers: “Prizes are a product of a debate between judges sharing a common reading experience over a few months. What winning means is money: not money to buy a diamond ring, but to be able to push aside everything else that interferes with writing books. To give up the day job, say no to journalism or teaching; to see your advance for the next book increase, your foreign rights sales grow; to be translated into other languages.” (Guardian 23 May 2012)

Because the prize is open to fiction books by women from anywhere in the world, it means that Canadian writers have been shortlisted. This year Esi Edugyan has been shortlisted for Half Blood Blues, which won the Scotiabank Giller Prize in 2011. Earlier on, Anne Michaels was the winner in 1997 for Fugitive Pieces, with Margaret Atwood on the shortlist for Alias Grace. Margaret Atwood was again selected in 2001 but The Blind Assassin stayed on the shortlist, as did Oryx and Crake in 2004. Carol Shields won in 1998 with Larry’s Party and was shortlisted in 2003 for Unless.

Karen Connelly

Karen Connelly

In 2007, Karen Connelly won the Orange Award for New Writers, which ran from 2005 to 2010, for The Lizard Cage. The 2008 Orange Prize for Fiction shortlist included two Canadians: Heather O’Neill for Lullabies for Little Criminals and Nancy Huston for Fault Lines. In 2011, Kathleen Winter’s Annabel was shortlisted.

That’s 8 times out of 96 on the shortlists. That’s two Canadian winners for the Orange Prize for Fiction and one for the Award for New writers over 17 years. I know I should be looking not at the numbers but at the quality of the work of Canadian holders of the Orange Prize and how it has evolved. But I don’t have time today because I have a book review to write – something to do with a broken knuckle.

You may have read the books listed below. You may have heard of them but you are not sure why. If you are drawing up your summer reading list, here you go. The Orange prizers. The winner is named at the top of each annual shortlist. Meanwhile, keep your fingers crossed for Esi Edugyan.

Orange Prize for Fiction Winners and Shortlists

     2011

     The Tiger’s Wife; Téa Obreht

     Room, Emma Donoghue

     The Memory of Love, Aminatta Forna

     Grace Williams Says it Loud, Emma Henderson

     Great House, Nicole Krauss

     Annabel, Kathleen Winter

     2010

     The Lacuna, Barbara Kingsolver

     The Very Thought of You, Rosie Alison

     Black Water Rising, Attica Locke

     Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel

     A Gate at the Stairs, Lorrie Moore

     The White Woman on the Green Bicycle, Monique Roffey

     2009

     Home, Marilynne Robinson

     Scottsboro, Ellen Feldman

     The Wilderness, Samantha Harvey

     The Invention of Everything Else, Samantha Hunt

     Molly Fox’s Birthday, Deirdre Madden

     Burnt Shadows, Kamila Shamsie

     2008

     The Road Home, Rose Tremain

     Fault Lines, Nancy Huston

     The Outcast, Sadie Jones

     When We Were Bad, Charlotte Mendelson

     Lullabies for Little Criminals, Heather O’Neill

     Lottery, Patricia Wood

     2007

     Half of a Yellow Sun, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

     Arlington Park, Rachel Cusk

     The Inheritance of Loss, Kiran Desai

     A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers, Xiaolu Guo

     The Observations, Jane Harris

     Digging to America, Anne Tyler

     2006

     On Beauty, Zadie Smith

     The History of Love, Nicole Krauss

     Beyond Black, Hilary Mantel

     The Accidental, Ali Smith

     Everyman’s Rules for Scientific Living, Carrie Tiffany

     The Night Watch, Sarah Water

     2005

     We Need to Talk About Kevin, Lionel Shriver

     Billy Morgan, Jools Denby

     Old Filth, Jane Gardam

     The Mammoth Cheese, Sheri Holman

     Liars and Saints, Maile Meloy

     A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian, Marina Lewycka

     2004

     Small Island, Andrea Levy

     Purple Hibiscus, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

     Oryx and Crake, Margaret Atwood

     The Great Fire, Shirley Hazzard

     Ice Road, Gillian Slovo

     The Colour, Rose Tremain

     2003

     Property, Valerie Martin

     Buddha Da, Anne Donovan

     Heligoland, Shena Mackay

     Unless, Carol Shields

     The Autograph Man, Zadie Smith

     The Little Friend, Donna Tartt

     2002

     Bel Canto, Ann Patchett

     No Bones, Anna Burns

     The Siege, Helen Dunmore

     The White Family, Maggie Gee

     A Child’s Book of True Crime, Chloe Hooper

     Fingersmith, Sarah Waters

     2001

     The Idea of Perfection, Kate Grenville

     The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood

     Fred & Edie, Jill Dawson

     Hotel World, Ali Smith

     Homestead, Rosina Lippi

     Horse Heaven, Jane Smiley

     2000

     When I Lived in Modern Times, Linda Grant

     If I Told You Once, Judy Budnitz

     Amy and Isabelle, Elizabeth Strout

     The Dancers Dancing, Eilis Ni Dhuibhne

     White Teeth, Zadie Smith

     Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, Rebecca Wells

     1999

     A Crime in the Neighbourhood, Suzanne Berne

     The Short History of a Prince, Jane Hamilton

     The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver

     Paradise, Toni Morrison

     The Leper’s Companions, Julia Blackburn

     Visible Worlds, Marilyn Bowering

     1998

     Larry’s Party, Carol Shields

     Lives of the Monster Dogs, Kirsten Bakis

     The Ventriloquist’s Tale, Pauline Melville

     The Magician’s Assistant, Ann Patchett

     Love Like Hate Adore, Deirdre Purcell

     The Weight of Water, Anita Shreve

     1997

     Fugitive Pieces, Anne Michaels

     Alias Grace, Margaret Atwood

     One by One in the Darkness, Deirdre Madden

     I Was Amelia Earhart, Jane Mendelsohn

     Accordion Crimes, E Annie Proulx

     Hen’s Teeth, Manda Scott

     1996

     A Spell of Winter, Helen Dunmore

     The Book of Colour, Julia Blackburn

     Spinsters, Pagan Kennedy

     The Hundred Secret Senses, Amy Tan

     Ladder of Years, Anne Tyler

     Eveless Eden, Marianne Wiggins

Heather O'Neill

Heather O’Neill

Two Canadian writers on the same page this morning in the Guardian Review. The first is a very positive review by John Burnside of D.W. Wilson’s Once You Break a Knuckle. And below that, Kate Pullinger’s review of a Frankenstein app.

I linger’d; all within was noise

Of songs, and clapping hands, and boys

That crash’d the glass and beat the floor;

Where once we held debate, a band

Of youthful friends, on mind and art,

And labour, and the changing mart,

And all the framework of the land;

This is not from a review of the play we went to see last night ( Posh), but from a poem by Tennyson mourning a Cambridge friend (Canto 88, In Memoriam A. H. H., Representative Poetry Online). Tennyson and his friend Hallam joined the secret society or club called the Cambridge Apostles in 1829. The Canto quoted above describes what goes on behind A.H.H.’s former door at the university, and thus could be about the Apostles, according to this website. The Apostles were influential beyond university, including its Bloomsbury members and its spies. Read more about them here.

E. M. Forster

The author of the novel A Passage to India, E.M. Forster also was a member of the Apostles. Forster’s novel, The Longest Journey, supposedly opens with a recreation of an Apostles’ evening. If you were wondering how the photo of the British director of a film based on an English novel, A Passage to India, slipped onto the pages of a site about Canadian writers, Forster is why. And what does he have to do with Canadian Writers Abroad? One of my readers knows the answer, because she tipped me off to this connection. So I will give you a clue. Who else have I written about who wrote about India?

Here is an excerpt from the Selected Letters of E.M. Forster, Volume One. It is dated 12 November 1912, from Lahore, to his mother:

“Plans again altered as a most kind invitation has come from Mrs Cotes (‘Sarah Jeannette Duncan’) to stop with them at Simla; I am going up by the night train…” Then in a letter dated 21 November 1912, he writes:

“Mr Cotes himself was charming – the vigourous athletic type, but not the least alarming. He took me a delightful ride. Mrs Cotes was clever & odd – nice to talk to alone, but at times the Social Manner descended like a pall. Her niece completed the household; they were busy packing up for Delhi, and in great excitement over the change of capital, as are all. Their Simla house is quite English, with a hall, staircase of dark wood, etc.; indeed all the time I was in Simla, I forgot I was in India; there is nothing there but government & scenery.”

The Arena footnote explains that Everard Cotes (1862-1944) was Managing Director, Eastern News Agency, 1910-19, and on the London staff of The Christian Science Monitor. And that Sara Jeanette (Duncan) Cotes was a Canadian-born novelist and journalist.

As someone in the midst of house guests, I can’t stop myself from trying to figure out exactly how many days Forster (younger than Cotes by seven years) stayed with them. He left for Simla on the 12th by train, and wrote about the visit in the past tense on the 21st, having also been on a 20-hour train journey from Simla to Agra. The day before he left Simla, he went on a hike and stayed out overnight – “an eider down of Mrs Cotes’ kept me warm.” I calculate that he was with them for one week.

So, ok, she had servants to help her, I am sure. But Sara did not have the Apostles behind her.

the cast of Posh the play

cast for “Posh”, Tom Mison website

How did I get here? I don’t even write film scripts. Well, I haven’t written my Wilson book review, and I haven’t done my Smart research, so I was searching Canadian writers outside of Canada. Getting a little desperate to find someone, anyone who knows how to use a pen, I pursued a link about Canadian and UK script writers working together: “The Canadian Film Centre’s Canada-UK Script Incubation Program is designed to create a new level of collaboration between Canada’s best writers and their UK based peers…” Sounds great, but the link is two years old. Or maybe that’s why there’s a CBC credit at the end of every Dr Who episode?

While on the CFC site, I found this script competition, the deadline for which is Wednesday, May 23, 2012. “The CFC Worldwide Short Film Festival, North America’s largest short film festival, is proud to announce that the annual Screenplay Giveaway is back!” One short film screenplay will win a prize package of film-making resources valued at over $50,000, which clearly means I’ve pursued the wrong kind of writing. Ah, but there’s a catch: To be eligible, screenplays must have a director and/or producer attached. Go to http://worldwideshortfilmfest.com/symposium/screenplay-giveaway/for entry details. See also the Canadian Film Centre’s Worldwide Short Film Festival. This year it takes place June 5-10, 2012, and will present over 275 films from over 30 countries.

Norman Jewison, CBC Still Photo Collection

While some fiction writers write screenplays (Mordecai Richler, F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, for example), everyone knows that it is not the same kind of writing. Right? Soon after I arrived here, looking for a little writing information, I found this on the BBC Writersroom website:

“The other thing to remember about form, is that all scripts are blueprints rather than a piece of ‘literature’. They are written to be made – the first stage in a process of production. The more your scripts looks like something coherently formed and formatted, the more impressive and effective it will be. But it’s also potentially just the beginning of something bigger – so don’t be too precious about the words on the page.”

You can’t get any more different from a writer alone with a manuscript sweating over every word than that. But you can drag Norman Jewison into it (the connection is that he is the founder of the CFC above), talking not about scripts but about film as literature, as quoted on the CBC website: “Film is the literature of this generation,” says Toronto-born Norman Jewison. “Film is much less of a strain [than television], but of course it’s much more precise. It’s more of an art form.”

Although Norman Jewison is known for his support of Canadian film and for directing films and television, what is important here is that he moved to London in 1949, where he wrote some scripts for a children’s show for the BBC, among other things. Here is an excerpt from the Biographical Sketch prepared by Emmanuel College Library/University of Toronto:

“Continuing the string of successes was one of the films that have become closely identified with its director: “In The Heat Of the Night” (1967), a crime drama set in a racially divided Southern town and starring Sidney Poitier and Rod Steiger, won five Academy Awards, including Best Picture, while Jewison was nominated for Directing. … After the completion of the period comedy “Gaily, Gaily” (1969), Jewison, having become disenchanted with the political climate in the United States, moved the family to England. At Pinewood Studios northwest of London, and on location in Yugoslavia, he worked on what would become one of the top grossing films of all time, the musical “Fiddler On the Roof” (1971, re-issued 1979), which would win two Oscars and be nominated for five others, including Best Picture and Directing. … In 1999 Jewison’s work was recognized by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences when he was bestowed with the prestigious Irving G. Thalberg Award for lifetime achievement. In recognition of his contributions to the arts, as well as his sustained support, he was installed as Chancellor of Victoria University in 2004. That same year his autobiography This Terrible Business Has Been Good to Me was published.”

David Lean directing A Passage to India

David Lean wrote the screenplay and directed A Passage to India, based on the novel by E. M. Forster

I am happy to be able to offer you this interview with Isabel Huggan about the writing retreat she has recently opened at Le Mas Blanc. A Canadian writer of fiction, essays and poetry who now lives in France, she is the author of the collection (half memoir, half story) Belonging: Home Away from Home (2003), You Never Know (short stories, 1993), and the book of stories that launched her fiction career, The Elizabeth Stories (1984). She was awarded the Charles Taylor Literary Non-Fiction Prize in 2004 for Belonging.

She has been teaching writing for over 35 years, and on the staff of the Humber School for Writers since 1988, for which she earned the Calliope Award for Outstanding Writing & Teaching, from Humber College in 2003. She has given writing workshops not only in Canada but Australia, France, Switzerland, Hong Kong, and the Philippines. About Isabel and her retreat at Le Mas Blanc, Antanas Sileika wrote on the Humber blog: “She has always been one of the most gentle and caring teachers in the Humber program, so I can’t imagine anyone ever leaving the place without having learned something.”  Here are more details about her career.

I met Isabel at a meat counter in Nairobi, Kenya. Well, ok, we’d met briefly when I was taking a writing class with Leon Rooke and she was teaching another group, at St. Lawrence College in Kingston, and I found out she was in Kenya. So I had my ears perked for an Ontario accent. To this day I am glad I plucked up my courage to talk to her when she joined me at the meat counter. From then on, we went for walks in Lone Tree Estate. I remember a party she gave herself, of the women friends she had collected during her three years in Kenya – laughter, warmth, and great food. The following are her written answers to my written questions.

Isabel in the Cevennes with the hills behind her

Isabel Huggan in the Cevennes

Why did you decide to set up this retreat?

Around a decade ago, my husband Bob created an office on the top floor of a small stone barn that sits across the driveway from our house, for in his retirement he continued to work as an international development advisor and teacher. My own work space in the house is a comfortable book-lined study. When my husband died in 2011, I had the option of moving my office to the barn, but I couldn’t imagine myself working in that space, somehow… But I thought about how other people might use it. During our years in Belleville and Ottawa, both Bob and I had often gone off separately for a few days of intense and concentrated work, usually in a summer cottage: thus it struck me I might provide such a place for others looking for solitude and separation from their ordinary lives. Of course, I first thought of writers, but have since opened the concept to include translators, editors, artists, composers, and musicians – anyone with the need for privacy, and nothing to do but zero in on whatever project demands attention.

For how many years have you been living there?

Bob and I left Canada in 1987, spending three years in Nairobi, and then three years in Montpellier, and then Manila, where we stayed from 1993-98. During that period, on a return visit to France, we bought this old house, Mas Blanc, and during several summers worked to renovate it so that it was habitable by the time we moved in the spring of 1998. (I write about this in my memoir.) So in answer to your question, I’ve been here for 14 years, longer than I have ever lived in any other house. This is home.

What have you written in Le Mas Blanc?

I finished the last chapters of the memoir Belonging: Home Away From Home while living here, and I have also written several poems and essays, published in literary journals (such as The New Quarterly and The Malahat Review) and magazines (such as Home & Garden and Canadian Geographic).

What are you working on now?

I’m putting together a collection of related poetry and personal essays, as I like very much the way that these two genres have made friends with each other in the past few years, and show themselves to be entirely compatible within one book-cover. I thought the same for the blending of memoir with short stories when I took the chance with Belonging, so I hope this works as well.

What do you like about this place?

I’ve been here a long time, and so it feels wonderfully familiar, even though the topography and geographical features are not at all like the pastoral landscape of my childhood in south-western Ontario. This paysage reminds me in many ways of Australia in its rocky dryness, and as I am very much attached to Tasmania, but can’t possibly find a way to live there, this similarity gives me great comfort.

barn retreat

The barn that houses the upstairs room.

How long has it taken to get the barn renovated and the retreat set up? Who helped you?

As I said earlier, there already existed an office-space/guest room in the barn, which was large and bright, and had a bathroom with a shower ensuite (on the same level). So it was only a matter of redecorating, but nothing “major” in terms of renovation. I have been here long enough now that I know people who can help with such a project, and so it went along smoothly, although the hardest part for me was making decisions about items such as microwave ovens (I’ve never liked them and don’t have one, but it is an essential item in this bedsitting-studio space).

Who is it for? Are there any requirements, such as publication or manuscript in progress, or is it simply: If you can pay, you can come? Does it include reading or your comments on work? The only requirement is that you are an artist, of whatever variety, published or not, recognized or not, just starting out or in mid-stream, but above all you will be someone with a creative spirit who needs a place to “be alone to concentrate for a while.” If you are a writer, I am here to help with editorial comment, but as I must make my living in this way, I will charge for time spent reading and discussing your work. (For example, close reading of a text with line-editing corrections, €50 per hour; reading with a general overview commentary, €35 per hour, light reading prior to conversation, €30 per hour. Time spent depends on your needs and the size of your project.) [To see how exigent she might be, check her Humber blog.] If you are in a discipline that does not connect with mine, then your time here will be entirely yours to spend, without need of my counsel or mentoring services. If you pay – and if you are coming to work – then you can come. I do not want to open my private world of Mas Blanc to holiday-makers, only to those who are in some way engaged in productive, creative activity. Having been already published or recognised in your field is not a requisite.

Will there be more than one writer there at a time? No.

Is it easy to find? It is not at all difficult to find, and directions will be given if a booking is made. Mas Blanc is part of Tornac, which is actually not a village but a “commune” – that is, a collection of farms and houses over a large area of several kilometres. Tornac is close to Anduze, and only 45 minutes from Nimes and an hour from Montpellier.

What else is there to do? Can one clear one’s head by long walks or is one restricted to the barn?

There are lovely walks from the house, depending on the kind one wants. The “hill walk” takes about an hour and has some steepish bits, but it provides a lovely path through a pine forest at the top of the ridge. The “flat walk” takes less than an hour and goes through vineyards down to a crossing over the little river and then back home along a country road. The “village walk” goes up through the old stone houses in a part of Tornac known as “Soulier” and is a pleasant half-hour or so. And the “chateau walk” takes you through Soulier over to the hill on which sits the long-ruined chateau de Tornac, which presents you with a fabulous view down across the vineyards on one side and over toward Anduze and the Cevennes mountains on the other. On the other side of Anduze there is a very well-known park called “La Bambouserie,” in which you can spend many happy hours wandering the pathways through bamboo of every description, including an exquisite Japanese garden with ponds and lovely places to sit and dream. And if you have a vehicle, then driving up into the Cevennes is a “must” as the marked walks there are beautiful – I have a photo of a typical view on the website.

How much does it cost? How did you arrive at this price? Does it include meals?

room at Le Mas Blanc

The room at the retreat

I am charging €50 euros per day for the space itself, which is the usual low-end sum that one pays here for an overnight or weekend stay in a “gite.” Seven nights is €350 for the space, which will help me cover costs for electricity, water, etc. I provide all the food you will need for your two daily meals – breakfast and a simple lunch – and the cost for this is €50, so the final sum is €400. Everything is, of course, negotiable, if the length of time is less, or more, and if the food required is less, or more. For people coming without a car, I’ll meet their plane or train, and will provide an evening meal (this adds €100 for the week, a reasonable expenditure for three-course meals with wine). If people drive here, they may well prefer to dine at one of the many cafes or restaurants in Anduze or other nearby towns and villages. [If you are wondering about her cooking, here is her interview with The Hungry Novelist.]

Do you use retreats? Why would you recommend this one?

As I said earlier, I’ve always found it beneficial at some stage in my own writing to “go off somewhere” and leave the world behind. I’d recommend Le Mas Blanc because from the moment you turn around the walls of the monastery on your way here, you have had to slow down, and by the time you cross the tiny bridge to the road that brings you past the olives trees on the way to the house, you are in first gear. You have entered a new way of being. There is nothing to disturb you here, except the music of birdsong in the morning and the racket of frogs in the evening. It’s a heavenly place, which is why I am staying here myself.

What is nearby? If a writer were planning a vacation that ends with a retreat, for example.

I do address this to some extent on the website, so just to say here that I would happily provide some advice if asked. The Mediterranean is an hour away, and the mountains are an hour away in the other direction. Cities such as Nimes and Montpellier are close, as well as the cities of Marseille, Aix-en-Provence, Toulouse, and Carcassonne. And there are many charming towns, such as Uzes. It’s just a matter of interests and inclinations and time.

Go to the Le Mas Blanc website by clicking here. Find her blog by clicking here.

Isabel Huggan at a vintner's

Isabel is always happy to take her visitors off to go wine-tasting. Here she is at her favourite vineyard, Le Grand Chemin.

By big and small I don’t mean the play of the same name with Cate Blanchett. I mean Tuesday, when I went to the oversized London Book Fair at Earls Court Exhibition Centre in the afternoon and to “The Art of the Short Story” at the Bloomsbury Salon in the evening.

First the book fair. If I were in Canada and heard about this three-day book fair, I would sigh and say I wish I could go. Think of the expense: the flight, the place to stay, the fee for excess weight because of the books in my return suitcase. For £30 I walked down the street and attended the “Love Learning” themed fair with its “China Market Focus.” One is asked to register by category, so I selected “author.” Which reminded me that the last time I’d attended a book fair was as a student, so no wonder things have changed.

Earls Court Exhibition Centre is rumoured to be facing the wrecking ball.

I had no appointments set up, which was just as well because the place was so huge that my appointment would have passed before I had found the stall I might have sought. There was no map at registration and no map at the door, so I lined up at the information booth. When the woman handed me a 386 page directory, I asked how many exhibitors there were. She directed me to the Organizers, where I queued again. My turn: “I just have one quick question, how many exhibitors are there?” For that kind of information, I was told, I would have to go to the media office. I said I was not registered as press. She said the media office was the only place that could answer my question.

It took me half an hour to find the media office. As I searched I squeezed through the crowds looking for the Canadian publishers. Eventually I found 16 small presses sharing a booth. And here’s the thing. You can’t get at the books. There is a counter, and there are books on the wall behind the counter, along the back wall of the exhibit space. And in the area where you might want to mill around looking at books and maybe touching books, there are tables and chairs, where people are earnestly in conversation, apparently having a business meeting. Did I mention that when I registered I was given information relating to my behaviour as an author: that at the fair I was not to approach agents or publishers unless I already had an appointment to see them?

At the media office I again asked my simple little question, making clear that I was not asking how many people were attending over three days but how many exhibitors there were. I was told to sit down and wait until someone who could answer my questions arrived. After a short wait a suit in high heels approached and rudely asked me what I wanted, standing over me and using the tone of a scolding parent. I explained. She told me that I couldn’t expect to speak to someone without an appointment as the media liaison people were very busy. She also told me that they didn’t have these figures until after the fair. She dismissed me by giving me a pre-fair media release. Lo and behold, the release was full of the facts I sought: over 1,500 exhibitors from 57 countries, bringing over 24,500 publishing professionals.

Bloomsbury Institute image

In the evening I went to a reading at the Bloomsbury Institute. Yes, of course I walked all the way around the entire British museum before I found the building. This event was part of  Bloomsbury’s Year of the Short Story. Jon McGregor (This Isn’t the Sort of Thing That Happens to Someone Like You), D.W. Wilson (Once You Break a Knuckle) and Roshi Fernando (Homesick) read from their new books. Given that Bloomsbury is not a small press the way the University of Athabasca Press is but more like McClelland and Stewart – established, literary – I was surprised by the small crowd and small venue. This event began in the green room, a glassed in enclosure on the side of the building. What was the difference between this small crowded room and the aggressive crowds of the huge space earlier in the day? People holding drinks and laughing. In my case laughing nervously. Then we were summoned to a room that appeared to be a library. My quick count estimated about 70 people seating themselves in fold-up chairs, which would be comparable to the small salle at the National Library in Ottawa. The readers set each other off: funny McGregor was followed by serious Wilson who was followed by the light note of Fernando. This was a lovely reading, meant to feel intimate, to encourage discussion with the writers about the short story. But isn’t it funny how people standing in front of people who are sitting down immediately puts a constraint on the situation – they are the authority, we are the admiring children. Can one ever have a real discussion in this situation? Even the questions reflected this: why do the British not like the short story, and what is their advice to a beginning writer? Maybe the questions should be submitted to the moderator during the drinks period, or maybe we should have had the reading first and then the discussion and drinks after. Speaking of after, I chatted with the woman next to me after the reading (about blogs and web email) and next thing we knew, it was too late to buy books and everyone was leaving. Ours were the last two coats. And so this small event was over. Thanks to D.W. for the invitation.

Read Bloomsbury’s free online sampler of short stories or listen to short story podcasts here.

Remember this aside from my “Masterclass”? (Hmm, University of East Anglia rings a bell. Ah yes, that’s where the Canadian who won the BBC short story competition was studying. Who was he?)

Sue giving Wilson the short story prize

Wilson receiving BBC Short Story prize

Well, I found him, and met him in Cambridge. He goes by D. W. Wilson and he did indeed win the BBC National Short Story Award in 2011 for his story, “The Dead Roads.” Wilson’s first collection of stories, Once You Break a Knuckle, was originally published by Hamish Hamilton Canada/Penguin Group, and is being released in the UK by Bloomsbury on April 12, 2012.

How did a young writer from Invermere B.C. end up here, teaching writing to the English? Before the Atlantic ocean turns green with the envy of stay-at-home (SAM) writers, let me back up a bit. Dave Wilson grew up in the small towns of the Kootenay Valley (his father is in the RCMP) and left Lake Windermere behind to study creative writing and philosophy for his BA at the University of Victoria. (Wilson: “UVic makes good writers.”) Encouraged to pursue post‑graduate studies by his teacher, Lorna Jackson, he applied to the Creative Writing MA programme at the University of East Anglia. He was able to fund this further study in part because the university awarded him the inaugural annual UEA Booker scholarship in 2009.

The UEA Booker scholarship is jointly funded by the University of East Anglia and the Booker Prize Foundation and is open to graduates from all Commonwealth countries and Ireland. The award covers academic fees, travel and living costs and is given to a student admitted to the prose fiction strand of the Creative Writing MA programme.

Wilson finished his MA in 2010 and is now doing a Creative and Critical Writing PhD in the School of Literature, Drama and Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia. That is also where he teaches, which he loves doing. His second book, the novel Ballistics, is forthcoming with Penguin and then with Bloomsbury in the UK next spring.

His first book has already been shortlisted for the BC Book Prizes and longlisted for the Frank O’Connor International Short Story Award. Wilson was 26 when his story won the BBC National Short Story Award in 2011, and this small fact has been much promoted as the prize’s “youngest ever winner.”

Has it gone to his head? I would say not. While we talked over coffee in Cambridge, I thought he’d get on well with the BC part of my family – not just because of his plaid shirt and Canucks cap. Funny and modest, he talked about his redneck image and that his friends in the UK call him a lumberjack. The downside of this image is that some of his work has been rejected as being “too Canadian.”

D. W. in front of his place on Old St Paul's

D.W. Wilson in Cambridge

I asked if being awarded an “inaugural” scholarship made him feel under pressure to produce. He said it wasn’t pressure really, but that he felt an obligation, a responsibility to read and edit closely the manuscripts of others in the writing workshop. Although he was awarded the UEA Booker scholarship three years ago, it still brings attention to his work. He smiles, “I’m very lucky.”

That’s when I’m supposed to say, No no, all your hard work paid off etc., but I’ll leave that for when I review his collection. Right now, though, I can say that he was most animated when talking about sentences. Each sentence must be right before he moves on to the next. “The sentence and words, if strong enough, can make the story.” He also had interesting things to say about the differences between UK and North American literary experimentalism: form in the UK vs. voice and lyricism. “In Canada content dictates form but here it is the opposite.”

And what about living and working abroad, how is that going? He is most comfortable writing away from home, and even here in the UK he prefers public places to his small shared apartment. Yes, he does try to keep up with the news by the CBC website, and yes, he misses summer in BC, and yes, he is identified as “of Invermere B.C.” as a finalist for Canada Writes (CBC Short Story Prize). All the same, he says he would like to stay abroad for a while longer – he’ll go back to Canada someday but not right away. He finishes his PhD next October. He is managing to make a living from his writing and would like to continue to do so. “I could live anywhere.” Asked if he would write about England, he said, “I can’t write about where I am.” The next few months include a busy travel schedule: France, Italy, University of Victoria, and Cork.

Wilson sees his time abroad as positive for his work:

“I think living in London and having a UK agent gave my work a certain element of “exoticim” – though not exactly that. Maybe “otherness”? I just wonder – and there’s no way to test this – if my work would’ve had the same reception had I been in B.C. or even in the U.S.”

Read the Canada Writes story here. Listen to him on CBC’s North by Northwest. Listen to him talk about writing for Commonwealth Writers here. Or click here to read his essay on voice in the White Review.

Columbia Ground Squirrel coming out in spring, Kootenays

Columbia Ground Squirrel making its spring appearance, Friends of Kootenay, photo by Larry Halverson

It should be easy to choose a closing photo of scenery in the mountain valleys of British Columbia. But what to choose? The avalanche, the deer cull, the ice rink that competes with Ottawa’s, the new ski resort on Jumbo Glacier? So I went with a photo of something every Canadian looks forward to as winter slides into spring.

Sat down and

Posted: March 30, 2012 in Canada, CBC, Debra Martens, London
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Think of a Canadian love story gone sad and who do you think of?

The federal budget of 2012 has made a cut to the CBC of $115 million over three years. See Annex 1: Responsible Spending, Heritage Portfolio, Table A1.11. http://www.budget.gc.ca/2012/plan/anx1-eng.html. The good news for we writers is that there were no cuts to the Canada Council for the Arts. Apparently the Canada Periodical Fund also went unscathed, according to the Canadian Magazines blog.

Elizabeth Smart

Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept (1945), Library and Archives Canada

And yes, there will be a post on Canadian Writers Abroad about Elizabeth Smart at some point in the future.

Sarah Selecky

Sarah Selecky

What do you do when you are writing in a place where no one knows you, or you don’t know the language, and you don’t have a writing group or a mentor to urge you on? You listlessly eye that writing guide you unpacked some time ago. You’re stuck. No, worse than stuck. Writing has started to feel like pushing a train back into its tunnel. If you’re in the wilds of nowhere, you could look to the stars for help. If you’re in a city, and have access to the internet, then help is at hand.

Sarah Selecky is the author of the short story collection, This Cake is for the Party, which was shortlisted for the Scotiabank Giller Prize and was a finalist for the Commonwealth Prize for Best First Book in Canada and the Carribean.

She gave her first creative writing workshop from her living room in Victoria B.C. in 2001. She has studied with and been influenced by Natalie Goldberg, Lynda Barry and Zsuzsi Gartner, among others. She studied writing at the Humber School for Writers and the Banff Wired Writing Program. She has an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of British Columbia’s Optional-Residency program.

“I started teaching because I wanted to talk about writing as a contemplative craft, and I couldn’t find a writing workshop anywhere that taught me everything that I wanted to learn. Now I live in Toronto, and I teach locally and abroad. My classes are a unique hybrid of craft and process….” That’s from Sarah Selecky‘s website. In an interview in The Danforth Review, she says her e-course started as a wish, to get around the problems of time zones and demands on a writer’s time: “I created this course to teach people how to repair their relationship to writing. It’s for writers who know they’re good, or at least have a feeling that they’re good at writing, but they fear doing it anyway. Or they resist it. … It’s designed especially for short fiction writers, but any writer can benefit from the methods.” (12 January 2012)

Of the various online options for writing courses, Sarah Selecky’s short story e-course, Story is a State of Mind, is the most flexible. You work through the seven lessons at your own pace. Each lesson is presented in audio, video and text modules. See Notes for her video introducing the course. It doesn’t mean the course will be easy or soothing. As Selecky says on her website: “I make writers work hard. I kick them out of their patterns and grooves, get them to take risks with style and content, help them recognize and eradicate their own clichés, boilerplate story lines, and other less-than-excellent habits. I want to read stories and voices that I’ve never read before.” Looking at the course content, I see some familiar terrain,  such as dialogue and character, but also much that is new to me (lily pads?). If you are not sure you want to pay $250 for seven lessons (with unlimited access, you can do it as often as you wish), then read Alison Gresik’s website review  of the first chapter of the course.

It must be working. Launched in December 2011, the e-course has already had over 100 participants. If you are reading this and are one of those participants, please click the balloon above and give us a comment on what you thought of the course.

I first learned about this course in Alison Gresik’s “Hours for Art” interview with Selecky, when Selecky mentioned escaping to Hawaii for some quiet time to work. It turns out that Hawaii was but one stop on a journey of several months that included Indiana, Florida, San Miguel de Allende in Mexico for a writer’s conference, and another conference in Chicago.  But it was in Hawaii where she worked on the e-course for two months.

view from desk of palm trees and water

The view from Sarah Selecky's desk in Hawaii

The last leg of her journey was a month in Berkeley, California, where she settled into working on her own fiction. “Now that I’m in California, however, I have started to write again. I am so grateful to be at this new desk, one that I haven’t ruined yet with email, tax returns, or business of any kind (other than fiction business). I sit in front of a window that looks out into a blooming California garden, and I have found a new perspective. I am finally ready to renovate two old stories and see where they can go this year. There is no computer allowed at this desk: only pens and paper.”

Finally, from her website again: “I write. I take time off regularly, go where nobody will find me, and focus on the one thing I need to do the most. And I advise you to do the same.”

When I’m at home, I listen to the CBC; when abroad, to the BBC. Naturally, while abroad I start to miss the CBC, and in Canada I miss the Beeb. And when I come back to them, they weren’t as good as they were – the effects of time on me and of cutbacks on them. Ok, so I winced whenever that guy who introduced The House in 2011 said Hawz.

Good luck Canada welcome to CBC TV

Some broadcasters greeted Canadian viewers as CBC Television went to air in 1952.

When I was an undergraduate, my radio only knew classical music on CBC FM in English and French. Then one day a young man came to our apartment and while waiting for tea asked if he could put on Basic Black. He was incredulous that I didn’t know who Arthur Black was. So he tuned it in. It was love at first listen. After that I heard Don Herron and I was hooked on voice radio.

A confession. When I lived in Montreal, after finishing writing one particularly fine short story, during that short euphoria that follows finishing something new but before the next day when the story seems rubbish, I thought about what I would say to Peter Gzowski should he ask me about the story on Morningside. Sadly that will never happen. His questions during interviews with authors worked first to set them at ease and then to startle the truth out of them. Think of all the writers he interviewed, the writers whose work got a boost after their chat with him.

“Morningside was a kind of Canadian family reunion convened by Peter Gzowski,” said author Alice Munro. “It’s hard to think of too many other countries where a broadcaster and a program could have touched us that deeply.” (See Gzowski tribute.)

The wonderful thing about the CBC is that I, a mother in Ottawa, could hear Alan Maitland reading a story aloud, and so could someone in Fredericton and in Whitehorse. This is what it was meant to do, from its beginning in 1936: “Private or public, virtually all [radio stations] are dwarfed by more powerful American stations, and it will be a challenge for the CBC to ensure Canadians can hear their own radio. Brockington pledges to provide a wide variety of programming for listeners. “It is hoped that the radio in Canada will be a welcome guest at your family fireside, and not a skeleton in your family cupboard,” he says.” (CBC Radio Takes to the Air)

Susan Campbell

Susan Campbell, Quebec A.M.

76 years later, despite cuts to its budget, the CBC still tries to reach us all. CBC’s website introduction to Quebec A.M. asks “How important can a radio show be?” and answers with community: “Judging by the hero’s welcome host Susan Campbell receives when she visits an outlying community, Quebec A.M. is an indispensable part of the morning for many English-speaking Quebecers. Quebec A.M.’s reach is impressive, encompassing a large number of Anglophone pockets across the province, from the Eastern Townships in the south to a string of Inuit communities in the north, and from Abitibi in the west to the easternmost Lower North Shore. Quebec A.M.’s journalists are always on the move, travelling from community to community.”

In a country whose population is scattered and mixed, the CBC (radio and television) has become the glue that holds the Canadian mosaic together.

But what has that got to do with Canadian Writers Abroad? The CBC supports and promotes Canada’s writers. Robert Weaver’s Anthology is reputed to be responsible for the excellence of the short story in Canada. Eleanor Wachtel’s Writers and Company is Canada’s Paris Review. Shelagh Rogers gets writers talking on The Next Chapter. The audience participates in Reader’s Choice, and now also in the long-running CBC short story competition. CBC TV might have lost coverage of Hockey Night in Canada, but CBC still covers the Governor General’s Prize for Literature and the Giller Prize. Finally, when writing about Jane Urquhart and M.G. Vassanji, I went to the CBC website for interviews, reviews and news coverage. Finally, here is a link to Rewind, which looks at the literary history of the CBC.

The CBC is not perfect. Despite the rave review of Due South in the Guardian, it is hard to be proud of the quality of some TV programmes. The radio suffers from repetition: it is maddening to listen to the radio in the morning and then hear the same programme while doing the dishes in the evening. The loss of classical music is still grievous. Then there is the controversy over trying to switch to a younger audience. Still, CBC’s imperfections belong to Canada – it is ours. The upcoming federal budget may include a 10% cut to CBC’s funding. In a country where the question of identity is ever present, what will be the result of the loss of programming that such cuts would require? Will the mosaic become unstuck?

Rather than cutting the CBC further, I think it is time for uncuts.

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Peter Gzowski gives hug to Shelagh Rogers, Soundboard

Peter Gzowski hugs Shelagh Rogers