En introduktion av Hans-Olov Öberg - Kalla Kulor Förlag
André Alexis är en välsedd litterär författare i Canada, som givit ut ett antal böcker på det tämligen smala indieförlaget Coach House Books i Toronto. Föga anade han när han gav sig in på att skriva en ”Quincunx” - det vill säga en litterär skapelse i fem delar - att den andra delen i serien skulle göra honom till världskänd succé, nästan över en natt. Femton Hundar, en fabel om (händelsevis) femton hundar som får mänskligt medvetande av två gudar som just slagit vad, sålde i en takt som förlaget sällan sett tidigare och på kort tid bröt man 100 000-vallen. Romanen fick flera prestigefyllda priser och har sedan dess sålts till ett antal länder, däribland, lyckligtvis Sverige. För mig som förläggare är Femton Hundar en av den handfull böcker jag alltid kommer att bära med mig; den typ av böcker som delar in livet i ett ”före” och ett ”efter”. Den är grym, vacker, härlig, otäck och mycket, mycket tänkvärd.
En hyllningsfilm till romanen finns för övrigt här: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bf-k73tgL3E
To begin with, a
definition of “Quincunx”: A quincunx is an arrangement of five objects with
four at the corners of a square or rectangle and the fifth at its centre, used
for the five on dice or playing cards, and in planting trees.
Some 30 years ago, I was watching a talk show. The
guest was Nora Ephron. She was talking about her autobiographical novel, Heartburn, when she said in passing that
she thought all writers write about their lives. I’d heard the thought before
Ephron expressed it, of course, and I’ve heard versions of it countless times
since. But what struck me as I watched was the extent to which the idea was
uncontested. It was blithely expressed and then passed over, as if it were
obvious. The idea is largely uncontested still. The common assumption seems to
be that a writer of fiction inevitably draws from his or her life, adds
something like vividness or style and there you have it: a novel, a short
story.
But I’m a writer who almost never uses personal
circumstances as the basis for fiction. It isn’t that my imagination can’t draw
from life. If nothing else, the cities and landscapes in my novels and stories
are modelled on cities and landscapes I’ve experienced. But the traumas I’ve
lived through – emigration, anomie, grief, racism – are less important to me,
as a writer of fiction, than things like plot, characterization, structure,
voice, rhythm, and story.
I’m
not interested in sharing my life, not interested in being “real” or
“authentic.” I am interested in what fiction does, in the imagination, in what
happens well away from reality. Some of this, no doubt, has to do with what I
love about fiction itself. I’ve always been partial to the dream-like, to
folklore, ghost stories, the work of E.T.A. Hoffmann and Nikolai Gogol, the
Bible, and the Odyssey. These works may use “reality” but only in order to go
beyond it. The point of “The Bremen Town Musicians,” for instance, is not the
mistreatment of animals. The point, if there is a point, is in the pleasure the
story gives.
It’s not that I have anything against those who
fictionalize their lives. I’ve got nothing against Benjamin Constant or Charles
Bukowski, Nora Ephron or Karl Ove Knausgård. It’s that what I get from their
work is not at all what I’m aiming for in mine. Knausgård, for instance, has
said that he has – or, for a time, had – problems with storytelling. He was
tired of it and this tiredness preceded the writing of his six-volume sequence
of autobiographical novels. But I’m obsessed with storytelling, with all of its
ins and outs, its rhythms, graces, failures, byways, irreality and, of course,
its traditions. Which brings me to a question I was recently asked: why am I revisiting
old genres like pastorals and apologues?
The
answer is only slightly complicated. First, the sequence of five novels I’m
currently writing – a “quincunx” of which the first two are Pastoral and Fifteen Dogs – are the result of a failure. For years, I tried
unsuccessfully to rewrite (or re-imagine) a work by Pier Paolo Pasolini called Teorema. In Teorema, a god comes to earth and sleeps with the members of a
well-to-do family – father, mother, son, daughter, servant. When the god leaves
the family, his absence leads to madness, despair, grace, and the miraculous.
It’s a great story and I wanted to retell it, to own it as one does with some
stories. I couldn’t, though. For years, I ended up writing inept versions of
Pasolini.
Or
I did until I finally stripped the story down to its essence – divine
visitation – and thought about the ways in which that essential story could be
told. Five approaches came to me at once. I wanted to tell it as a pastoral
(that is, a tale set in an idealized rural world), as an apologue (a moral tale
involving animals), as a quest narrative (with Treasure Island in mind),
as a ghost story (like Ugetsu Monogatari), and as a kind of Harlequin romance.
The novels were suggested not by personal experience, not by grief or exile or
post-traumatic stress, but by my fascination with the art of storytelling itself.
There’s
nothing new in what I’m doing. Any number of writers have played with (or
subverted) genre. Kazuo Ishiguro and Margaret Atwood come immediately to mind.
But the one who’s been most influential on me in this regard is the great
Polish writer Witold Gombrowicz. Gombrowicz once wrote that humans “always,
unceasingly, seek form, and we delight in it or suffer by it, and we conform to
it or we violate and demolish it, or we let it create us, amen.” By allowing
the reader to experience his ideas in different settings and genres (forms of
storytelling), Gombrowicz’s thinking is perpetually renewed for the reader, his
ideas unexpected because they are met in unfamiliar ways. To me, this is the
ideal.
Like
most writers, I have a limited set of concerns and ideas, things that matter to
me deeply. I'm an immigrant, so the confrontation with new lands and places is
something I obsess about. I was raised Catholic, so the idea of God – the idea
of divinity – is another one that fascinates. Then, too, I was left in Trinidad
by my parents when I was two and I didn't see them again until I was four. So,
naturally, the idea of love keeps coming back to me. I remember meeting my
parents for the second time – when I was four – and I wasn't sure I loved them
or that they loved me or even who they were, exactly.
Place,
God, Love … these are three of the ideas or themes that are central to my work.
What’s wonderful, when you work in different genres, is that the same idea can
feel entirely different when you encounter it in a different genre. Take “love”
for instance. In detective fiction, it’s usually a motivation for crime. Writers
of detective fiction don't stop and explain “love,” the way philosophers do,
because what’s important is the motivation, not what love actually is. “Love”
in a Harlequin Romance is something else entirely. It’s something the characters
spend the whole novel getting to. It's a motivation, sure, but it’s more than
that. It's a goal in itself and the painful journey a woman and a man take
towards it is central to the genre. “Love” isn't much better defined in a
romance novel than detective fiction. It's aggressively pointed to, without
being pinned down. In a sports novel – the ones I used to read as a boy in
which, for instance, a star athlete from another school learns to be part of
the home team – love is isn't at issue. But jealousy usually is. Star athletes
compete for girls, so in learning to be part of the team, someone usually has
to give up on the heroine, the cheerleader with morals and a good heart.
You
can parse “love” in all the genres writers use. In fact, the more genres you
think about the more avenues or alleys there are that lead to “love” or “place” or “God.” The possibility of
new vistas on my obsessions and concerns is part of my motivation for choosing
to write in different genres: pastoral, apologue, adventure story, ghost story,
romance.
There
are other rewards for playing with genre. For one thing, I’ve come to a deeper
understanding of narrative, a greater feeling for the nuts and bolts of
storytelling. The reward for the reader – I hope – is the pleasure that comes
in hearing a story. If, with the novels in my quincunx, I’ve done my work well,
the reader, any reader, will feel what one does after hearing a proper story: joy
and the longing for another one.
- Andre Alexis, Toronto, Ontario
- Andre Alexis, Toronto, Ontario
