BC author M.A.C.
Farrant is a familiar name on the Canadian literary scene, and rightly
so. She has published nine volumes of short fiction in addition to the
memoir My Turquoise Years, which is currently being adapted as
a stage play.
Her latest book,
Down the Road to Eternity, features a dizzying number of stories--53
pieces selected from seven collections, beginning with Sick Pigeon,
originally published in 1991, and ending with her 2009 short-fiction
suite North Pole. The stories encompass a wide range of issues,
including relationships and everyday life.
Many of the stories
force us to examine reality in a new way. A satire on the voyeurism
in pop culture, "The Compassionate Side of Nature," depicts characters
watching a video feed about the hatching of eggs in an eagle's nest.
"Spring in North America" pokes fun at panhandlers and reality TV, while
"The Heartspeak Wellness Retreat" skewers the practice of feng shui.
"Darwin Alone in the Universe" is an illustrated first-person narrative
about the angst of contemporary life.
"Do you sense
the agitation?" the character Darwin II beseeches us. "It's everywhere,
but especially in the cities. The inhabitants there are restless, over-stimulated,
desperate to maintain a transient vital energy. They shop, eat, drink,
watch videos ravenously . . . Money in their pockets, fulfillment eluding."
One of Farrant's
strengths is her playfulness with language. "Hallowe'en So Far Away"
contains a wry comment about workplace attire: ". . . the day has been
a torture of smallness, folded as we are into three-piece suits. Our
bodies cramped, our limbs bonsai'd into awkward shapes." In "The White
Satire," the narrator states, "The bride's dress was beautiful. It was
made of white satire and flowed about her in an elegant trample."
Farrant also takes
an unblinking look at the nuclear family. In "Word of Mouth," the thirteen-part
narrative told by a young girl recounts the actions of her abusive mother.
The story "Sibylla" portrays a nineteen-year-old welfare mother whose
misplaced compassion for an injured pigeon defies her social worker's
approval.
Reading the stories
in the order in which they are presented allows us to see an evolution
in Farrant's style from traditional to postmodern. Unfortunately, the
offerings in the last two collections, The Breakdown So Far and
North Pole, are uneven. Some feel incomplete--more like writing
exercises. These include "What We Need," "Play Button" and "Jesus Loves
Me But He Can't Stand You." In the story "Perpetual Coda," Farrant injects
a note of cynicism, informing us that "the story, like a basic dream,
is the one in which we stand, sit, weep and die; when understanding
is frequently accidental . . . where some of us engage in the work of
archiving metaphors; where some of us can name at least seven bitter
stories that caricature mankind." That said, whatever happened to her
enthusiasm for writing fiction?
Undoubtedly, Farrant's
latest book demonstrates originality in theme and style. However, the
final two sections are a disappointing read that fails to measure up
to the remainder of the book.