Who? Where?
“Fish Gotta Swim Editions is a small, international press overseen by Theresa Kishkan in Canada, and Anik See in The Netherlands. It specializes in novellas and other innovative prose forms, published in visually attractive, limited print runs. We believe these forms should be well-represented, and not ignored because publishers are convinced they aren’t popular enough to invest in.” (About.)
First encounter?
I bought Theresa Kishkan’s Sisters of Grass (2000) from a local indie bookshop and loaned it out before I’d read it myself, but finally read Mnemonic: The Book of Trees (2011).
Fish Gotta Swim Reading:
When bookchatting here, I frequently focus on the writing rather than the story; this seems even more essential when discussing novellas, to avert spoilers.
So I’ll share some passages from the three Fish Gotta Swim Publications (a fourth is due in May, Susanna Hall, Her Book by Jen Falkner) that gave me pause because they offer glimpses of the novellas’s themes, as well as authorial voices.
Theresa Kishkan’s Winter Wren (2016) was the first of Fish Gotta Swim’s offerings. The novella’s style and tone reminds me of Janice Kulyk Keefer for the balance between solitary women finding their way and artistic passions, Sharon Butala for the deliberate and transfixing tone, and Anne Cameron for the west-coast feel and the focus on love and connection. (As a side-note, I love that my notes from this book are stored next to notes from Tamai Kobayashi’s debut novel Prairie Ostrich. Thar be birds here.)
My favourite aspect of this story is the sense that time is folded into story like cranberries into batter: readers are gently immersed and, soon, encompassed. Like this: “The grandfather who’d taken her on outings during that long-ago childhood and who told her stories of her father, who was always a boy.”
In ordinary details, she reminds us that we are never far from the question of what endures and what is lost: “And was surprised to see tiny shells embedded in the stone. In fact the wall was busy with them—clams, fragments of limpet, oyster.” Asks us to consider how we are solitary and how we connect and, further, how we think about solitude and companionship: “He heard harmony, almost, the bird its own counterpoint, but realized it was another wren, further away.”
And invites us to reframe our perspective: “Each frame of the nine-paned window: a different view. What would a composition of nine frames be called? Three, a triptych; two, a diptych. And nine?” What might you see in those nine frames: books, art, France, Tlingit country, a whale skeleton, arbutus trees, notebooks, Koh-i-noor pencils, and Ingres paper. With grace and compassion, the story seems designed to nourish readers, even as the thread of yearning settles atop the dough.
Next came Frances Boyle’s Tower (2018). From the first page, this passage alerts readers that this story’s core is relationships: the network of connections, with every person central to individual drama, peripheral to others. “Irma shot me a quick glance, as she and the other woman dipped their heads toward each other and continued to talk.” You can easily imagine the scenes in Boyle’s fiction. Ordinary and expressive language (darndest and squarish) and just enough detail (about the straw around the rhubarb plants or the contents of photographs on the mantel).
And she’s not simply reporting on the relationships; she’s offering different perspectives, resituating readers from section to section in the novella: “She rubs a circle clear in the misted window beside her table, watches Arlys navigate the puddles until she is out of sight. Takes a spoon and stirs, obscuring the fern-leaf pattern the barista’s made in the foam, mixing the milk and the coffee.”
Glimpses of transformation galvanize the quiet story: “Her increasingly strange body, belly pooching out. The difference now that the pregnancy’s showing is enough to throw off her balance as she leans to strip beds, vacuum, polish taps and mirrors, barely aware of her own reflection, distant behind the glass.” This novella considers a span of time: characters age and networks broaden.
When Barbara Lambert’s Wanda (2021) opens, readers meet a mature woman with a lifetime of accumulated experiences and sorrows. A self-aware woman reflecting on people and events that have shaped her. The lingering shortfalls: “How need can hollow you out. How a shameful weakness can follow you all your life.” The persistence of accommodation and sacrifice: “On and on. Again and again. Husbands. Lovers. All that giving in.”
Eva reflects on her younger years, her friendship with Wanda, a pivotal relationship in her memory, for what it encapsulates about propriety and shame, class and difference. She’s also aware of the impact of time’s passing on her thoughts and feelings.
“Eva feels dreaminess slip over her as everything around follows her into a half dream, the shingled barn, the two horse heads that her father carved on the roof peak, the path leading up the mountain behind, and the girl sitting on the horse, braiding Polly’s mane with deft stubby fingers (braiding, something Eva’s mother tried to teach her child and gave up, so that she still has to do Eva’s braids each morning)-maybe this isn’t even a story Eva is making up, maybe it is a story the girl is making up. Maybe that is why this girl is here. To tell Eva her own story, to pull her right into that story.”
The power that resides in story simmers beneath the surface of Wanda, occasionally erupts: “Words are just wonderful, the way they can make little boxes for your thoughts.” Even as a girl, Eva realises that she “isn’t used to talking much, except in her head.” Both the scenes residing in memory, and the present-day Eva’s commentary contain gentle but profound epiphanies: “They seem like different people and everything else is different too, as if she’s crossed a bridge in herself.”
Each of these novellas feels like a different facet in a jewelled setting of women’s experiences. Not so much shiny, as polished. Not so much sensitive as tender. Not so much short as full.
I don’t follow publishers at all, not since the good old days of Golancz SF. Well, you know I look out for the Womens Press, but it’s a long time since I’ve been in a second hand bookshop, they were failing even before Covid. We have one bookshop (in Perth WA) that specialises in Magabala Books – a First Nations press – and I have a voucher to buy there, it’s just a matter of making time, making the trip (about 25 kms). Which is a bit of the way off the topic, novellas, which I read sometimes but don’t look out for.
Maybe there’s a distinction to be made between noticing and following? There are small presses that I feel like I’ve had good luck with; there are others that I’ve never had bad luck with. So I’d be more likely to try the former off a huge shelf of books but wouldn’t necessarily pursue them either? Whereas trusted imprints and presses, where I’d never had a disappointing experience…that’s my jam. Even if I didn’t feel drawn to a story description, I’d probably still read their latest (if it fit into the stack)!
My second thought was to comment on the covers, but it seems I was not the only one who thought that. My first thought was that I love publishers who specialise in novellas. These novellas sound great. I particularly love the sound of Wanda (or, is it Eva!) and how a shameful weakness can follow you through life. Ouch, but true.
Heheh Well, it’s good that you’ve got your potential comments all ranked and organized so that you can pull out another one if the first attempt is foiled.
You raise an excellent question because the novella appears to be wholly preoccupied with Eva’s girlhood friend Wanda, for whom it’s titled, but of course we understand, as onlookers, that something key to Wanda’s experience has resonated with Eva, so where is that line indeed, between subject and muse.
Your imagery of folding berries into batter is just fantastic! I must say all these covers are also beautiful too
Keep them in mind for one of your themed radio gigs…the new one, set in the past and touching on a woman’s healing practice with herbs and her notebook as artifact, would be very inspiring!
Oh what wonderful sounding novellas! And the covers are gorgeous too. I hope the press has much success.
Labours of love!
Not a publisher I have heard of, but it certainly looks like they produce lovely, editions. Those covers are gorgeous. The novellas themselves seem beautifully written. I wonder if these are available over here?
I believe they’d be something to order direct, but on the up-side they are compact and, with such a small press, might not trigger the usual fees and additional costs involved with cross-border bookbuying.
As you know, I’ve already enjoyed two of these! You’ve described them well. I’ll have to get my hands on the third sometime!
Small press books always seem like treasures to me. Maybe because they’re harder to find, and not as easy to find out about in the first place.
Thanks, Naomi: that’s good to know because you know the stories so you can test whether I’ve really managed to capture tone and style without giving away plot/story. But the stories are so satisfying, too, that it’s hard to not want to say all of it! Agreed: they feel very…personal?
They sound like real gems. Beautiful writing and lovely objects too.
They would suit you well, should the urge to spend some future May with a novella-a-day strike once again.
Thanks for featuring Fish Gotta Swim! Theresa is such a lovely supporter of Novellas in November and I’m glad for her publications to be getting some attention. (For me they’re in the ‘maybe, someday’ category.)
There are some similarities to the tone of the McGrath books you enjoyed, but there’s no Christmas cake here! Heheh
Not a publisher I have come across before, so many thanks for the introduction. They all sound great but Wanda seems particularly appealing. “A mature woman with a lifetime of accumulated experiences and sorrows” – this makes me think of Anita Brookner’s work, certainly in terms of themes.
That’s an apt comparison. I suspect Canadian readers would think of Alice Munro first, with the emphasis on childhood, but the precision of Lambert’s prose is similar to Brookner’s.
What an interesting sounding press. I’m going to try to say a bit about each one as I do my ReadIndies posts this month.
I’m looking forward to hearing about more of the English indie scene, though I’m sure it’ll add demonstrably to my TBR.
I see a couple of my recent comments have been lost in the ether again so I’ll give it one more try!
An interesting sounding press and you’ve picked some wonderful excerpts to feature. I love the fact that there is such a range of different work being done by indies from the more established to the tiny.
One of them was languishing in the folder-that-shant-be-named, so I’ve rescued it. Poor thing. I’m sorry for the cool welcome.
Novellas are tough to pitch to publishers, so a press devoted to the form is a boon for novella writers!
Such beautiful excerpts you’ve shared here. Thanks for introducing me to this small press.
In terms of style and voice, they connect beautifully. I’m very curious about the forthcoming title too: of course a book with a book in the title is going to be tempting!
Thanks for this. I’ve been curious about Fish Gotta Swim, but haven’t gotten hold of any their books yet.
You would love them, Reese: the perfect size to cup in your palms. If I had to choose just one for you, I think you’d enjoy the first, but they do make a lovely set.
Which bookstore was stocking them? I get to Type & Book City occasionally, but less in winter, I’m afraid.
I’ve ordered from Queen Books, A Different Booklist, Another Story, and Bakka during the pandemic (delivery or Canada Post depending on their policy at that moment) but I haven’t been in a bookstore since January 2020. Lately, I’ve been doing all my ordering direct from the presses (most recently Coach House and Biblioasis) which might be my new favourite thing, as they tend to arrive with matching bookmarks and other little goodies.
Ooh. That’s austere. 😉
It is convenient to order direct, but I do also like to browse. Or maybe compelled is a better word.
But since the old Book City flagship closed down I don’t have a good new bookstore close. I suppose the Chapters is the closest, and they seem to sell mostly coffee cups & candles these days. (In addition to just…corporate.) In summer I was biking to the Trinity Bellwoods farmer’s market & making that an excuse to also stop in at Type. The improved bike lanes have also allowed some longer book-buying expeditions, but not for me in January…
Heheh Sometimes I dream about browsing, those are nice dreams. But the “customers also bought” feature has really improved on the indie bookshop sites and I’ve actually found some really good stuff that way (at Bakka, in particular) that I might not have picked up in-store either.
I’m trying to imagine how long it would take for you to walk to Another Story from your neighbourhood; when I was living at Dufferin/Bloor, it used to take a half hour to walk over there. But if you’re going to be that ambitious, you might as well hop on the subway and go to the Book City at the Chester stop. What are your other choices?
Another Story would be a bit of a hike, and I do think of it as a bike ride bookstore. Bakka would be the closest bookstore with new books & I have been in there since all this started, but I don’t read that much sci-fi.
I’ve been in BMV on Bloor way more often than I should be…though less often than I used to be, when I would just stop by as I passed it. 😉
Thank you so much for bringing a new indie to my attention – I loved a good novella and these all sound excellent!!
Thanks for hosting, and for giving me the perfect “excuse” I needed to chat about these little lovelies.
These sound so appealing. Your last sentence makes me want to order all three!
I’m sure you would enjoy their focus on relationships, Susan. Delicate but still powerful. Plus they are compact, so perhaps wouldn’t be SO terrible for shipping costs to you overseas.