Blog 27...November 2013

Who hasn’t struggled at times with their relationship with the “parental units”?  A couple of recent books explore these complicated and inevitable connections from unique perspectives.  Not only are their situations compelling but both writers are immensely skilled at story telling as well as being candid and generous with their feelings.

I’ve been following Priscila Uppal’s writing since loving her 2002 novel The Divine Economy of Salvation which was dedicated “for my mother wherever she may be”.
Blog # 7 featured Winter Sport, her poems celebrating the 2010 Olympic Games. In an essay covering the Paralympics, Priscila credits her father, a paraplegic who raised Priscila and her brother as a single parent, for her dedication to physical activity. In September, Dundurn Press launched Projection, encounters with my runaway mother.  This tells the compelling tale of Priscila’s chance discovery of her mother’s whereabouts on the internet and her subsequent contact and visit to her in Brazil.  This story is poignant, witty and surprising (isn’t it usually kids who run away?) and Priscila takes us on every step with her on this painful but illuminating voyage of discovery.



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In Miriam Toews’ Swing Low (a life) we learn early on that her father killed himself after a life struggling with a mood disorder. Diagnosis and treatment began when Mel Toews was a teenager.Despite many episodes of mania (which was as distressing as his depression) he had a significant career as a teacher as well as being a loving husband and father. A prodigious note taker, he left volumes of written material that allowed Miriam to construct this first person account of his life.
She is able to take us along on a close look at Mel’s life at school, his marriage, the birth of his 2 children, numerous struggles with hospitalizations, his life as a very successful teacher, through to the final trip that ended in his death.  Along the way we get a glimpse into the Russian Mennonite community in Manitoba where the family lived and a droll self portrait of Miriam through her father’s eyes.          `           .


Abandonment, whatever the surrounding conditions, is one of life’s most brutal blows.
Both of these books handle it with a dash of wry humour in places, raw pain in others. Each woman explores her parent in a sensitive, loving way despite hurtful circumstances that could foster blame, either of the parent, themselves or both..

Writers have once again stepped up to the plate, helping us to make some sense of life and the slings and arrows it sends our way.