I have been spending a lot of time lately reading and thinking about
The Shipping News by Annie Proulx.
http://www.annieproulx.com/forum/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=241
Here are some excerpts of my thoughts:
I am so impressed with Brokeback Mountain that I have purchased The Shipping News and am just now beginning to read it.
I am particularly struck by one paragraph early in the work:
It was spring. Sodden ground, smell of earth. The wind beat through the twigs, gave off a greenish odor like struck flints. Coltsfoot in the ditches, furious dabs of tulips stuttering in gardens. Slanting rain. Clock hands leapt to pellucid evenings. The sky riffled like cards in a chalk white hand.
It was spring is certainly passive compared with spring has sprung and reminiscent not of Chaucer's nascent "Whan that April" but of Eliot's evanescent April as "the cruelest month."
The wind is active, but violent, striking. Twigs are not budding branches but dead, fallen branches.
Slanted rain is merciless, wind-driven, bent on pursuing us even under whatever frail shelter we might seek.
struck flint is a prelude to fire, but in the past tense, and passive, suggesting failure; a spark, some smoke, but no fire. Damp, dark and cold are motives for fire.
Yet, the final pellucid thought at the end of day is the recognition and admission of our weariness and desire for sleep.
http://www.vitacost.com/science/hn/Herb/Coltsfoot.htm
We notice that the leaf is heart-shaped. A colt is an immature horse. But horses are said to have a hoof and not a foot. Foot suggests human. A horse's leg in a ditch suggests a broken leg, and a horse with a broken leg must be "put down."
Of course, everything that I am saying here is quite possibly the artifact of over-eager analysis. Yet, still, these phenomena are present in the reader's field of vision, even if they are only optical illusions, never intended by the author. And the potential energy of such phenomena are ever-present, waiting to be harnessed by the author's artistic will.
The riffling of cards in a single hand (not two hands) suggests a clever conjurer and his slight-of-hand. The hand is chalk white because it is death's hand. I am reminded of Wallace Stevens' line from Sea-Surface Full of Clouds
furious dabs of tulips stuttering in gardens.
Furious sets the tone of anger.
The artists' dab, like a cook's dash, denotes a minute quantity and insufficiency of intentionality; a vague afterthought.
What is it that those tulips desire to tell us with such difficulty?
There are worlds within the words of Annie Proulx and there are other worlds within me, a particular reader, or in any reader. When she writes and I read, then, there is a collision of worlds and sparks and smoke result. At times there may be fire and light.
Scales of degree may be recognized in many qualities such as the volume and pitch of sound, which is sometimes called music, hardness in rocks, intelligence, temperature, pressure, and so on.
We characterize things as tragic or comic. We place like phenomena side by side and construct our own scales of measure.
It is not surprising if we seek an MCP (microcosmic cameo passage) in works of literature. After all, we are doing the same thing when we turn our attention to the nature of space-time and mattergy and seek a GUT (Grand Universal Theory), a simple formula of relativity or string theory.
The Ashley Book of Knots motif
Speaking of string theory, most chapters in
The Shipping News are headed by illustrations and quotations from The Ashley Book of Knots.
I feel the urge to give some witty, apocryphal etymology for the word knot such as "knowing not" how to untie it.
Here is what Clifford W. Ashley says about knots:
To me the simple act of tying a knot is an adventure in unlimited space. A bit of string affords the dimensional latitude that is unique among the entities. For an uncomplicated strand is a palpable object that, for all practical purposes, possesses one dimension only. If we move a single strand out of the plane, interlacing at will, actual objects of beauty result, in what is practically two dimensions; and if we choose to direct our strand out of this plane, another dimension is added which provides an opportunity that is limited only by the scope of our own imagery and the length of a rope maker’s coil.
What could be more wonderful than that?
Well! What can we, the readers, make of all this? What should we make of all this?
The character Quoyle is certainly described as a large lump of flesh resembling the Latin etymology of nodus.
A sign or symbol may start out as a euphemism. I am thinking of the phrase "stem the rose" in Brokeback mountain. "Rose" is most likely a euphemism for anus. This same euphemism is used by Thomas Pynchon in Gravity's Rainbow, where it speaks of the "rose bud".
I just now did a string search through the text of BBM on "rose" and "old", to see if there is any mention of drinking "Old Rose Whiskey", but there is not. Ang Lee perhaps added that to the movie adaptation of BBM as a form of humor. By the way, there really is (or was) and Old Rose Distilling company.
Everything becomes old, eventually, even a rose, even forbidden sexual intimacy. When hats become old, they are "old hat".
Joyce's Finnegans Wake comes to mind as the most extreme example of pure esoteric, implicit symbolism, devoid of simple narrative plot as we understand it. So we might set Finnegans Wake at one extreme of our esoteric scale. At the opposite extreme is the plain story, which is all narrative and no symbolism. If I narrate to you some true event from my life, which has actually happened, in simple, straight forward language, then we may assume that there are no symbols or hidden meanings or innuendo. If however, I narrate to you a dream which I had, then that narrative may contain symbols and hidden meanings placed their by the subconscious.
I am thinking of the two shirts in Jack's closet in BBM.
Proulx certainly seems encyclopedic in her motif from the book of knots.
Let us, for convenience sake, refer to our now famous MCP (microcosmic cameo passage) from chapter 3 of The Shipping News as the Coltsfoot Passage
The Coltsfoot passage is practically the third paragraph in Chapter 3, which is an account of an elderly couple planning their suicide.
BBM centers around homophobia and same-sex romance. TSN (The Shipping News) has an entirely different focus or center. Let us see if we put that focus of TSN into words.
How much analysis can any given work or author bear?
How much fiction can any reality endure?
Can one abide reality in the absence of all fiction?
I want to search on bricolage. My limited understanding of the word makes me think of a bird gathering scraps for a nest. I can see Annie Proulx as such a being, purchasing The Ashly Book of Knots for twenty five cents at a yard sale and then weaving it into a Pulitzer prize winning novel.
Quoyle's life certainly sounds like a rich dump-heap ripe with raw materials for the bricoleur.
The definition of quoyle is a line the ties a boat to a dock. The leftover line is laid out in a spiral of one layer so it can be walked on if necessary.
From what little I have learned of Annie Proulx through reading, she strikes me as an independent person of high principles, bent on going her own way of artistic independence, not to be lured by either fame or money.
She describes the highly paid speaker invitations as those of trophy hunters who do not care about her message, or what she stands for, but only about her fame, making her feel like some piece of meat on a rack.
She seems to choose not to ride out the fame of BBM, but to distance herself from it so she may get on with other work.
I suppose I would feel that my life has not been lived in vain if Proulx, Pynchon, and Kundera were to E-mail me and say "Not bad! Not bad!"
Imagine dying and going to heaven, and hearing God say "Not bad! Not bad!"
"Not bad" can be quite a tribute, coming from the right source.
Here is something very important from sparknotes.com
Proulx seems to be de-privileging sexual orientation as the most telling part of a person's identity. It is not the one trait that leads a person to live one kind of lifestyle or another, but for the aunt, it is paradoxically something everyone understands better not knowing. As long as the aunt talks about "Warren," Quoyle can identity with her feelings of romantic love. The aunt suggests that if she said "Irene Warren," Quoyle would not understand.
How interesting that Proulx should treat sexual orientation in such a fashion in TSN, but it becomes such a bombshell of controversy for the public in BBM.
Here is another great observation from sparknotes.com
The narrative, in the same tradition as Willa Cather or Sarah Orne Jewett, seeks a story out of a specific geographic place instead of a story told with a place as backdrop.
I always thought about a story being placed in a certain geographic setting. I never thought of a geographic setting as the source and inspiration for a story.
Shortly after I awoke, this morning, the thought hit me: Suppose Quoyle is Newfoundland itself (I mean, symbolically).
I was thinking about how Annie Proulx made all those trips to Newfoundland, gathering material. The fishing commerce on the verge of being irrevocably destroyed. The encroachment of modern technology. Perhaps the modern world sees Newfoundland as homely, ungainly, not fitting in.