North by
Marilyn Irwin
Published
by above/ground press, 2017.
(&)
he said he
wouldn’t speak
to me ever
again
if i killed
myself
This is the
opening page from North, a chapbook by Marilyn Irwin that documents a woman’s unraveling life. Perspective here is obscured by depression, plainspoken in
sparse lines that communicate exhaustion but just as evocative through
omissions – the disassociated flitting between subjects and settings. After moving
from a clinical environment of bed straps and wired windows to a domestic refuge of bedcover stasis, the text hones in on smaller maneuvers, sharing various
interactions in a semi-present state.
(&)
goes to an
interview
she puts
bright colours on
and what
she thinks is a smile
she doesn’t
get the job
she repeats
this 17 more times
And in a later stanza:
(&)
her mother
asks if she is tired
this is my voice now
she says
A lot of creative
writing about depression drives to the net: protagonist suffers a steep mental decline
followed by an act of self-harm (which, callously speaking, acts as the money shot). This isn’t a totally inaccurate depiction so much as a limited one, often exploited in CliffsNotes form as a
plot point in some greater narrative. Inattention to the broader scope of
depression – the creeping isolation, fatigue and gradual surrendering of
capacities – might rescue readers from "the boring stuff" but it also implies
that the author looks in on this condition as otherness.
Quite the
opposite, North shapes this woman’s
chronic fog like a lived-in experience, embodying mental illness through
feelings of exclusion and the banality of repeated tasks. The intentional
overuse of the ampersand may entwine each narrative instance for one marathon, run-on
sentence but it’s the author’s restraint – the precision in voice and diction –
that transmits so much despondency in so few words. Almost every line feels like it could be the last.
Where the
title comes into play is “epilogue”, wherein Irwin switches from “she” to the
personal “I” and makes an oblique reference halfway through:
a thank you
card in the mail
a job
application to Toronto
she chose
north
It’s the
only mention of “she” in “epilogue” and, given the prior couplet, it’s possible
that “north” is being used geographically. Or, perhaps the abrupt change in
perspective is making a solemn, figurative pronouncement – who’s to say? With
the uncertainty of “epilogue”, Irwin throws a wrench into her own
well-constructed malaise and alerts readers, who had settled into the woman’s
decline, to re-evaluate both voices. No spoilers here – I only have theories –
but North is a haunting little
chapbook that sharpens "the boring stuff" into vital, heart-churning attempts at salvaging a life.
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