For the sake of the fortieth anniversary of the
writer-in-residence program (the longest lasting of its kind in Canada) at the
University of Alberta, I have taken it upon myself to interview as many former
University of Alberta writers-in-residence as possible [see the ongoing list of writers here]. See the link to the entire series of interviews (updating weekly) here.
Marina Endicott’s latest book, Close to Hugh,
was long-listed for the Giller Prize and named one of CBC’s Best Books of 2015.
Her last, The Little Shadows, was long-listed for the Giller and short-listed
for the Governor General’s award. Her novel Good to a Fault, a finalist for the 2008 Scotiabank Giller Prize, was a CBC
Canada Reads book and won the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize. She teaches creative
writing at the Banff Centre, U of T, and at the Augustana Campus of the
University of Alberta.
She was writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta during
the 2012-13 academic year.
Q: When you began your residency, you’d been publishing books for about
a decade. Where did you feel you were in your writing? What did the opportunity
mean to you?
A: I’d published three novels, and was working on my fourth, Close to Hugh. I don’t know if at some
point one feels steady and competent in the practice of writing novels—after
writing each novel I think okay, I know how to write that one. But the next one
is a giant mystery. The residency gave me a long vista of concentrated,
dedicated time to figure out how to write Hugh.
When I started in September I had a couple of early scenes written, but hadn’t shown
them to anyone. Each September the program hosts a reading where the new WIR
reads with the departing WIR. I read from those scenes, haltingly, even with
some slight despair. Greg Hollingshead laughed at me afterwards. “That was
interesting to watch,” he said. “You read, and you suffered, and you read, and
you suffered…”
By the end of the residency I had a complete draft of Hugh—much faster than I’d ever managed
to produce a first draft before. It was a great relief to read from the final
scenes of Hugh at the introductory
reading for Erin Mouré, who followed me as WIR. I guess somehow through the
intervening year, I learned how to write this one.
Besides the practical assistance and the relief of completing a draft,
it was an honour to sit in the fishbowl office (those windows, open to the
atrium, display every short burst of typing and every session of sweet silent
slack-jawed thought) and to join the ranks of writers I admire who have done
this venerable residency, and will do it in future.
Q: Given the fact that you weren’t an Alberta writer, were you
influenced at all by the landscape, or the writing or writers you interacted
with while in Edmonton? What was your sense of the literary community?
A: It’s funny—how do we define these things? I’ve lived in Alberta
for the past 25 years, so I guess I’m an Alberta writer. But I came late to
this country, and my thinking and experience formed elsewhere: in British
Columbia, until I was six; in Nova Scotia, where I mostly grew up; in Ontario,
where I went to school and began my adult life; in England, where I started to
write seriously; in Saskatchewan, where I found my real career and met my
husband, who shanghaied me to Alberta. I’ve been everywhere, man.
Because we lived first in Mayerthorpe, I was isolated from the
Alberta literary community, which I don’t think I’ve ever really joined. My
sense is that it’s disjointed, unlike Saskatchewan’s close-knit writing klatch.
It seems to me that rather than the kind of labour union of writers that
Saskatchewan created, in Alberta the community is looser, pockets of friends
talking to each other and supporting one another. Nothing wrong with that. We
want to work with our friends. My friends here have been the many great writers
I worked with in the library residency I started in Cochrane, including Fred
Stenson and Peter Oliva, and up in Edmonton my writing companions Lynn Coady,
Jocelyn Brown, and Jacqueline Baker. I think I’ve moved along that shifting
axis from extrovert far over to introvert, as maybe we tend to do as we age.
Once I wanted a big community—now I work better if I mostly talk to a couple of
people.
Q: Ah! I didn’t realize. I’d somehow had the impression you
arrived in Edmonton for the position from Saskatchewan, and simply remained.
You mention a library residency you founded in Cochrane: was this something
founded before or after your time at University of Alberta?
A: Before—we were in Cochrane, just outside Calgary, for 11 years,
until 2008. Longer than Peter or I had ever lived any place in our lives. Needing
a job, I went to the local librarian and said I think you should have a writing
program here, with a writer in residence. He was amenable, so I did the grant
applications and got the program started and was the first WIR of many,
including Peter Oliva, Fred Stenson and Peter Norman. I also ran a reading
series in conjunction with the University of Calgary and Canada Council, with
luminaries like Elizabeth Hay, Alastair MacLeod and Sheila Heti. Each reading
paired a local writer with the visitor. My children grew up going to readings
every week, and consequently refuse to go to a single one of mine these days.
That’s okay, they’ve heard enough.
Q: How did you engage with students and the community during your
residency? Were there any encounters that stood out?
A: The usual way: people came
trooping along the hall and handed me their stuff; I read it with care and
often with great pleasure, and then talked to them. All we can do, all that
needs to be done, is to pay attention.
Encounters that stood out: a young military officer brought in a
folder of remarkable poems; I read several really good short stories; and just
last week I wrote a blurb for Lisa Lawrence, whose YA manuscript, about to be published
by Orca, was one of the most honest and exciting manuscripts I read during my
residency.
Q: Looking back on the experience now, how do you think it
impacted upon your work?
A: One of the best things about this residency is that it demands
nothing—no socializing or scheduling events or running anything, no
administration at all. I sat in the fishbowl office and wrote my head off. When
I had written myself out, I read other people’s work, trying to see what was
best about it and how it could be better. A year of that is good for the mind
and the soul, and I believe the quiet, concentrated time to think made Close to Hugh a better book. Like that
lovely thing about the Duchess of Malfi, the residency stains the time past,
and I hope it will continue to light the work to come.
No comments:
Post a Comment