The Uncertainty Principle: stories, by rob mclennan
Published by Chaudiere Books, 2014.
ISBN 978-0-9783428-8-3
Two springs ago I was listening
to a talk on contemporary poetry when a fellow enthusiast asked rob mclennan
what inspires him. “I don’t wait for inspiration,” he responded. “My father
didn’t wait for inspiration. He milked the cows every day because he had to”. That
no-frills answer sprung to mind midway through The Uncertainty Principle: stories,, an
eclectic compendium of pocket-sized tales crafted from 2008 to 2011. The
brevity and randomness of each story makes it tempting to view these as the
crème de la crème of one of mclennan’s daily writing exercises. However these
individual pieces transformed into a working manuscript – whether they were
organized from the start or encountered a “eureka” moment along the way –
mclennan’s bounty of ideas repeatedly underpins that day-in-day-out discipline.
Uncertainty plays a crucial
part in the flow of so many mini-narratives. mclennan forgoes anchoring his characters
with names and ambitions, instead letting pronouns contribute to a foggy
tapestry of shared thoughts and concerns. Common themes converse and accumulate
throughout, binding playful and contemplative experiences into a lifetime’s
knowledge, some vague, communal whole. Recurring subjects in first person
obviously lean toward the autobiographical, such as memories of one’s mother or
fleeting moments around familiar Ottawa landmarks, while others belong firmly
in the speculative.
Describing himself
as an errorist, he spends
his day
deliberately misspelling, otherwise the
copy-editor could
be out of a job and he never
see her again.
The above example
illustrates how mclennan populates the fictional side, using unidentified
people as a means to observing poignant or funny sociological traits. This lens
expands to feature some insightful pop culture commentary, including theories
on Hollywood films, comic books, as well as an eerie parallel between two
misfits of nuclear fallout – Godzilla and SpongeBob SquarePants. Broadening the
humour, mclennan litters a few entries with the hashtag
#IDontHaveFactsToBackThisUp to offset the more intricate accounts.
I recently had a
Doctor Who-style dream, set
in early
twentieth-century Dublin, with you as
my faithful
companion. We found James Joyce
and his house of
infinite, hidden rooms, stalked
by some kind of
vampire creature. Was this,
we began to
suspect, something his own de-
mons had created,
dark language made physi-
cal, an altered
Nora Barnacle? I don’t recall a
conclusion or
resolution. This is often the way
of dreams. Someone
suggested I write out
what I can, to
reinforce memory, flesh out the
scene. The front
door of the house was green-
painted wood, with
a peephole large enough to
see Joyce’s face,
his round glasses. The foyer
had a soft wood
paneling, brown and tan
wainscotting. He
had been drafting a letter,
left out on the
table. There was something we
wanted not to have
known.
This dream recollection
bridges the fantastical elements of The Uncertainty Principle with its more
somber (but no less intriguing) realities. Besides capturing the fragmentary act
of piecing together the unconscious, mclennan’s details settle around an
omission that haunts the page. The same can be said for many of the best
stories on offer, where an unknowable truth lingers just beyond (or somewhere
within) the information made available. Whether oscillating between irreverent
and astute or observational and tender, mclennan’s concise anecdotes are
remarkable for opening so many doors without betraying their secrets. Here’s a
lovely near-poem we can add to the “observational and tender” category:
We were stretched
flat on the dark side of the
lawn, opposite the
garage light and porch, star-
ing up at the sky.
We were counting the stars. I
can’t believe
you’ve never seen a shooting star,
she said, as
common as goldfish. We remained
for a long time,
sweeping our eyes across
Ontario sky, and I
looked over, amazed at this
sprout of a child
beside me, my ten-year-old
daughter. I was
studying the shadowed shapes
of her developing
profile, a sparkle in her eye.
There’s one, she
pointed. I turned to look. It
had already
vanished.
Thanks to mclennan’s
discipline, our experience reading The Uncertainty Principle requires none. Organized
to accommodate brief interactions (which, like the psychology behind bite-sized
chocolate bars, results here in complete overindulgence), the book proves
incessantly fresh, taken as a whole or in cursory, page-flipping
handfuls.
The Uncertainty Principle: stories, will officially launch on May 10, 2014 as part of the Plan 99 Reading Series at the Manx Pub in Ottawa. It is now available to buy at Chaudiere Books' website.
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