Who Where?
“Gordon Hill Press is a publisher of poetry and stylistically innovative fiction, non-fiction, and literary criticism (especially concerning poetry). We strive to include a wide diversity of writers and writing, particularly writers living with invisible disability. We want to publish exemplary writing.” (From Webpage)
First Encounter?
See below! And I couldn’t resist ordering a few others: Keeping Count by M. Travis Lane, Saturn Peach by Lily Wang, and a collection of essays called In|Appropriate edited by Kim Davids Mandar, introduced by Daniel Heath Justice, and including Ian Williams, Ayelet Tsabari, Sanchari Sur, Eden Robinson, Jael Richardson, Waubgeshig Rice, Amanda Leduc, Chelene Knight, Mahak Jain, Wayne Grady, Alicia Elliott, Farzana Doctor, Michael Crummey, Arif Anwar, and Angie Abdou.
RECENT READ: Aaron Schneider’s What We Think We Know (2021)
Aaron was responsible for wrangling the longest book review I ever wrote; I’ve been grateful for his editorial eye on many an occasion. We know each other well enough for me to tell him that I think he’s smarter than I am; we don’t know each other well enough for him to agree (at least, not outwardly!).
But when one of the promotional events for his new story collection used the word ‘positionality’, I knew I was right. And that was cold consolation because I had already determined to read it, so I reconciled myself to feeling inferior for 218 pages (the author’s note and bio seemed accessible).
Earlier this month, after a dramatic tumble on a city sidewalk, leaving me stuck in a horizontal position for more than twenty-three hours of each day (and grateful for the small amount of time I devote to fitness, which I credit for my “good falling”) for three days, What We Think We Know was on my bedside table, and I didn’t think that I could feel much worse about myself, so I started to read.
What I can’t do, now, is define ‘positionality’ for you. But I can tell you that—even though I am stubbornly dedicated to traditional forms, and even though these stories are formed in unconventional ways—I could not stop reading these stories. I broke my Gallant rule and read them all in a burst, over just two days. (And, before you ask, no pain medication was involved.)
A glance at the titles (below) will probably give you some idea of whether you’d respond the same way to stories with simultaneously low (e.g. With whom, exactly, has Cara had sex, when and where and how?) and high stakes (e.g. Has she managed to find any lasting love in her lifetime, or has she remained preoccupied by her losses?).
In theory, a satisfying fiction contains a balance between specificity and universality but here, with overwhelming detail (sometimes in the story proper, sometimes in other formats that hold/present the possibility of narrative), I wanted to collect and dissect every granular fact, to reflect on the shallowest (possibly least relevant) data point.
These characters are observed, quantified even; the writer has intimate knowledge that I lack, but seems to share all of that so freely, that soon I feel as though I am more of a writer than a reader. Together we know these things and, because of the structure of some of these stories, I can trace the decisions made about how things are going to be told, can recognise the juncture at which some details were either included in the story or, instead, presented as a series of footnotes, which contextualize and create a scene out of a handful of “facts.”
For me, what appeals here, so strongly, is that the idea of our wanting to know someone is fundamentally flawed, misplaced even—that nobody is know-able, even we ourselves are not know-able—and, at the same time, there are so many routes we can take in the direction of knowing.
How we define what’s important (say, with a data set, like the images on the cover) and how we view relationships and how we can circle, around and around and again, and never fully arrive: somewhere in here, in the simple motion of it all, I found something hopeful. Or maybe it was just a sense of company. I’m not sure. But reading this collection, just in this particular way—it’s one of those reading experiences that feels like it will stick.
Contents: Cara’s Men (As Told to You in Confidence); Sex (With Footnotes); Appendix C Happiness and related Scalars; Dugouts; Rembrandt’s Etchings; Tuesday All Day: Metastases; RO Values; The Death and Possible Life of Daan de Wees; Weather Patterns; What We Think We Know about the Life and Career of Kathleen Scholler; 107 Missiles An Autofiction in Fragments; The House North of Owen Sound
Oh no! I’m so sorry to hear about your fall, but glad to know you are ok (yay for fitness!) haha
Hopefully you are up and about again, but luckily for us bookworms having to be bed ridden for a few days isn’t the death sentence it can seem like for others – we have lots of voices to keep us company 🙂
The In I Appropriate collection sounds fantastic! Great list of writers there.
Heheh, right? I’ve fallen several times since I began sticking with daily walking through winter (if Stefanie is reading this, as a winter biker, she will be giving me the side-eye I’m sure!) and if I wasn’t already exercising daily (on top of these walks) I’m sure I would still be in traction from the first tumble! Only three days of recovery: so, I’m not complaining. And I read a LOT Of books in those three days. Yes, I’ve been dabbling in that collection and find it fascinating so far.
I didn’t know you’d had a fall (you can keep your ice and snow!). Hope you are ok now. I read too little “stylistically innovative fiction”. Sue (Whispering Gums) has just done a post about a new indy press in (my home town) Perth. Perhaps if I buy from them direct I will find something new for myself.
Thank you, and I will happily keep my snow and ice-it’s snowing right now! I fell on a Tuesday, did my exercises cautiously later that day and thought all was well, other than the nasty scrape, then the next three days were a horizontal blur, snuggled in with ice packs and books, and all was well for the weekend. As someone for whom illness is usually a state in which reading is impossible, it was actually a pleasant-if a bit painful-change for being bedbound. I’m so glad that Sue has given you a homework assignment! Hee hee
I’m sorry to hear the treacherous ice got you and thank goodness it wasn’t worse. But lovely to have such a good companion near to hand!
Ever since I decided to keep up my walking habit in inclement weather, I’ve had a lot more falls. Go figure! Heheh But, overall, I’ve been very fortunate. And I’ve not yet invested in either ice shoes or knee pads. Hee hee (Soon, maybe!)