With this story from Old Babes in the Wood, I read “Our Cat Goes to Heaven”, from Brick Magazine 2004 (“Puss ‘n Heaven” in Issue 73’s table of contents).
Each has funny moments but, of course, the stories revolve around the loss of a companion, so they are preoccupied with grief.
In the older piece, the cat “was raptured up to heaven” in the opening sentence.
“Morte de Smudgie” begins with this: “Grieving takes strange forms,”
This reminds me of the distinction between an apocalyptic story and a dystopian story: the first cat is caught in action, in the rapturing and the immediate dislocation required to adjust to life elsewhere. The second cat is already gone and the story revolves around those left behind to cope with change.
It’s the same story and a different story, all at once. These matters of definition muddy, the more I think about them. Eventually I find myself looking up the definitions again, suspicious that I’ve misremembered, believing it should be easier to assign stories to one category or another.
One could say that death simplifies things: either someone is alive or someone is dead. But I’m reading Mohawk writer Marie Hess’s novella about residential school in Ontario, and for the first half of the book I thought some of the characters were alive but they weren’t. They were alive for the main character, however, and, so, they were alive for me—until she understands these figures had returned to help her confront her trauma.
Nell is confronting Smudgie’s death by writing a poem modelled on the classic verse about a legendary hero in “Morte de Smudgie”. Smudgie is the star (but, of what exactly, Nell wonders), and the verse excerpts are intentionally overwrought and melodramatic, a Victorian-styled homage to exorcise her grief. Nell’s self-awareness transforms the lyric into something like humour, although other emotions are so close to the surface that giggles are kept in check.
When Tig enters and announces he’s doing to have a drink (a habit now engrained, now that there are no more children in the home)—it’s also a story about marriage, which brings to mind Edward and Sarah in “The Resplendent Quetzal”—readers recognise they are dealing with their loss differently. (Really, Smudgie was Nell’s cat, as she sees it.)
MARM 2023 PLANS
Each week I’ll share links to some online sources, so that anyone with a few minutes can join in the celebrations. Some poetry and flash fiction, some interviews and reviews, some fresh reads and rereads: mostly reading with a little viewing and, in particular, short stories.
Launch (November 1)
Dancing Girls, “Rape Fantasies” (November 3)
Week Two: Update and Check-In (November 8)
Dancing Girls, “Hair Jewellery” (November 10)
Old Babes in the Wood, “First Aid” (November 12)
Week Three: Update and Check-In (November 15)
Dancing Girls, “A Travel Piece” (November 17)
Margaret Atwood’s 84th Birthday (November 18)
Old Babes in the Wood, “Two Scorched Men” (November 19)
Week Four: Update and Check-In (November 21)
Dancing Girls, “The Resplendent Quetzel” (November 24)
Old Babes in the Wood, “Morte de Smudgie” (November 26)
Wrap-Up (November 29-30)
Both Nell and Tig are dealing with the loss of the past remembrances of Smudgie and his absence in the present-day, but Nell is also existing partly in the future.
As she writes the final lines of the poem, she acknowledges that her thoughts of Smudgie’s companionship and that absence are intertwined with her anticipatory grief surrounding her loss of Tig and his death. (Graeme Gibson’s, MA’s partner’s, dementia diagnosis comes to mind here.)
Musings on time also figures prominently in MA’s essays about writing about futures, In Other Worlds. She writes about the importance of aligning expectations with outcomes, including the misleading marketing of her first two books—The Edible Woman and Surfacing—housed in pink covers with gold scrollwork, silhouettes of men’s and women’s faces leading readers to expect a fine romance inside:
“Having thus misled readers twice—inadvertently—by dint of book covers and the genre categroies implied by them, I would rather not do it again. I would like to have space creatures inside the books on offer at my word-wares book, and I would if I could: they were, after all, my first childhood love. But, being unable to produce them, I don’t want to lead the reader on, thus generating a frantic search within the pages—Where are the Lizard Men if Xenor?—that can only end in disappointment?”
She’s talking about her 2009 novel The Year of the Flood published as the second in the Maddaddam series, which lacks lizard men (fun fact: the website for Madadam was already taken, so she added the extra “d”s). Maddaddam, she writes, is “exploring another kind of ‘other world’—our own planet in a future. (I carefully say a future rather than the future because the future is an unknown: form the moment now, an infinite number of roads lead away to ‘the future’, each heading in a different direction.)”
She’s talking about her view of Maddaddam as being “speculative fiction” (e.g. Jules Verne’s books), and about how that differs from “science fiction” (eg. H.G. Wells’s The War of the Worlds). The former are things that could really happen but hadn’t happened in the author’s lifetime; the latter are things that couldn’t possibly happen.
When Ursula K. Le Guin reviews the first two Maddaddam books in The Guardian, she positions them as science fiction because she views fiction about things that couldn’t possibly happen as being “fantasy” (e.g. Star Wars and Star Trek) and suggests that MA’s definitions are a response to “literary bigots” who view science fiction as a “genre still shunned by hidebound readers, reviewers and prize-awarders”. It’s an “arbitrarily restrictive definition” which “seems designed to protect her novels” from such attacks.
Reading each writer’s thoughts on the definitions made sense independently and, if originally I’d thought I would come out agreeing with one and not the other, that quickly dissipated. I thought that UKLG should have known that MA had already written science fiction into a novel a decade prior and been public about her support of it (but why would UKLG read The Blind Assassin); I thought that MA should have anticipated the passionate pushback from the science-fiction community (but she admired SF and that might have been enough).
By then, I’d worked in a bookstore; I’d been frustrated by the decision to shelve science-fiction and fantasy alphabetically together and I’d participated in discussions about where to house books that defied categorisation. (Sometimes a dissenting voice resulted in a single copy housed in a different section, usually the manager’s opinion prevailed.) I’d been the person on the margins amused by the serious turn such conversations took, and I’d been the person for whom it was super serious, sometimes simultaneously. I’d been raised to view the world as either/or, and it took years to understand that both/and is valid too.
“But surely all draw from the same deep well: these imagined other worlds located somewhere apart from our everyday one: in another time, in another dimension, through a doorway into the spirit world, or on the other side of the threshold that divides the known from the unknown. Science Fiction, Speculative Fiction, Sword and Sorcery Fantasy, and Slipstream Fiction: all of them might be placed under the same large ‘wonder tale’ umbrella.”
MA dedicates In Other Worlds to UKLG. I imagine that, after the two women met and discussed these matters on stage, they became friends and recognised there were as many similarities in their thinking as differences.
They challenge us to participate in conversations that might begin in an uncomfortable place but have the potential to truly open other worlds of understanding.
“Our Cat Goes to Heaven” is a fantasy story; “Morte de Smudgie” is a realist story, but inside Smudgie is a story about a future.
So, each, in its own way, is a wonder tale.
Or, it’s not. You choose.
A thought provoking post as always! “Aligning expectations with outcomes” strikes me as being at the heart of my own adult reading experience. Covers aside, it reminds me of how I’ve often approached a book, making assumptions before giving it a try. It’s connected also to the either/or thinking that I also grew up with. How, I wonder, does that thinking (about more than reading) come about?
The definitions of science fiction vs speculative fiction vs fantasy…I love the idea of an “umbrella of wonder” connected to reading regardless of how writing is defined or categorized. It takes me to when I was an emerging reader. I didn’t know “better” that the world was divided. I opened a book, followed the words out into a universe of possibility. The older I get the more intentional I am about what I read–I’m not always prepared for what I see and feel inside the pages of a book–it’s conversations like these that pry me open to try something outside my assumed comfort. One thing for certain is I’d follow the conversation between MA and UKLG in any world. I’m off to find out more. Thank you!
I thought you were going say that “Aligning expectations with outcomes” is at the heart of “my own adult” life instead of reading experience, but maybe that’s just me! heheh
Right now I’m having that trouble with a new book that I’ve tried twice to begin this autumn, unsuccessfully, even though I’ve enjoyed the author’s previous books. It’s political and it’s about conflict, and I’m bringing a whole set of expectations to it (partly life, partly news) that are getting in the way. (The cover is pretty non-descript fortunately LOL, so that’s not getting in my way, at least!)
If you have not already “discovered” her, then I apologise for the rabbit-hole you are about to fall into with Alice Kane (and her son, Sean) and the concept of the wonder tales. https://broadviewpress.com/product/the-dreamer-awakes/#tab-description This one is definitely in the TPL system but that’s not necessarily helpful at this juncture and, anyway, it is a keeper. This also reminds me that I found her stuff offline in the later 90s, so I should probably do some looking online, imminently, myself, to see what might have surfaced there in the interim. #sorrynotsorry Thanks for contributing to the MARM conversations this year: it’s been a treat to have you.
The death of a cat, not surprisingly, will always tug at my heartstrings. The death of any pet is sad of course, but now i’m curious, is MA a cat or dog person? Do you know?
I love this idea of bookstore employees arguing over which genre a book should be shelved with – so fun haha but I could see it getting heated too…
I remember reading about her having a cat but I don’t remember ever hearing that she had a dog; but do people have to be one or the other? We are regularly people-sat by a neighbour’s dog in the north, when her people go away, but we’ve always had cats to care for (whether in the house or in the neighbourhood). However, I guess if I had to choose…but, why, Anne? why do I have to choose? Noooooooo
I wondered why so many ‘d’s!
I’m with you – I can see both MA and UKLG’s reasoning – they both make sense to me. But I think I lean more to MA’s. Fantasy, to me, has always been about magic. Just don’t ask me to explain the difference in my head between “magic” and ‘science that is impossible.’ Lol
I wonder if that came out back then and I missed it or if she’s more comfortable sharing it now that it’s so well-established with many d’s.
The SFF books are all visible from where i do my stretching, so I was methodically going through all the books, classifying them according to UKLG and MA, one by one: it’s a real challenge to shift between the sets of definitions in short order, but both systems work.
But the idea of Star Wars as fantasy really knocks me off-kilter (Mr. BIP reminded me about “The force is with you”, that helped…but there are SPACESHIPS!).
I recall that there are some dead-cat poems in The Door, which I read for MARM last year. “We get too sentimental / over dead animals. / We turn maudlin,” but there’s also some humour to the one about how her sister kept the cat’s corpse in the freezer until she could come home to bury it.
It’s definitely a recurrent theme, I agree. Originally I’d planned to include more pieces in this post, but now it’s December so that will have to wait, maybe 2024! Heheh
I start from the bottom: I am very much an either/or person, not least about MA and SF as I may have mentioned/written once or twice before (for others, I state categorically that in some of her fiction MA writes firmly within the SF tradition and she is being disingenuous when she says she is not).
I read The Edible Woman for the first time this year. It is an interesting take on single-womanhood and very much of its time, of MA’s time as a pre-baby boomer. I wonder if it would have sold better if it had been relaunched within the stream of Women’s Lib writing that began building up a head of steam two or three years after TEW was published. I must say I find I prefer MA’s ‘autofiction’ to her more fictional work.
Not sure Morte de Smudgie would work for me – I don’t read short stories, poetry, grief or pets. I do like relationships though.
I’ll start from the bottom too, then. I agree, neither of these would work for you. If they are the last two pieces of writing left on the planet and you’re bored, you should take up chess instead.
It must have seemed very bold at the time. Certainly the older women I knew were still struggling with the issues MA raises in that book for many, many years to come (some of them still resonate in workplaces today).
That sounds familiar to me, I think many people who read her find a niche in her work and that’s what they stick to and, because she’s written such a lot of book over the course of a lifetime, you can still read a few books and stay in your preferred MA territory. It’s funny that’s where you land, though, as I wouldn’t have suggested TEW but I’m glad you found it (or the commentary on the era, at least) interesting.
It might have been last year’s MARM that sparked a conversation about what MA had or hadn’t said about all this, that made me realise I needed to get down to the source and properly investigate because I remember it happening but wasn’t sure how much of my understanding was taken from what others had said about it and how much was what the two women had actually said, so I requested a copy of In Other Worlds early on. (Then again, I just re-learned what a ‘quetzel’ is, so obviously I could have forgotten everything!)