by Louella Lester
I was a
bit nervous while waiting for the start of Thursday’s
Mainstage event, Absurdity Loves Company Too. I was worried because I
know that it doesn’t take
much to distract me. I could drift off, start thinking about some unrelated
topic, during one of the author’s readings. Or I might notice the pattern on another
audience member’s shirt
and find myself speculating about fashion choices. I could end up going home
without enough material to write the blog.
But
that didn’t
happen.
The
audience, including me, was hooked right from the start. Right from the little
poem about Winnipeg, through chicken jokes and lines about absurdity (see this
blog title), to shrink talk and speculation about screwing in lightbulbs, all
the way to the pigeon song and beyond.
Why had
I worried? How could the absurd, mixed with such talented writers, not hold my
attention?
L-R: MAC Farrant, Eric McCormack & Nicholas Ruddock |
That
little poem mentioned above was recited by Nicholas Ruddock (How Loveta Got
Her Baby) and
because it was about Winnipeg he had us eating out of his hand before he even began reading his entertaining tales. One story involved bats behind cracks in the plaster, which interested me because I’m still getting over the night one fell from my balcony door onto my foot. In another story a women’s underpants are scrunched up in her purse, but I won’t discuss any insight I may have about that topic.
MAC
Farrant (The World Afloat) discussed her use of narrative, a prose poem
and a joke to tell a story. She then cracked up the audience with her
miniatures about a couple sharing a hard candy, chickens crossing the road and
Olivia losing the fur that coated her body. Personally, I could really relate
to the latter having started my life-long hair removal journey at the age of
eleven after a boy teased me about my hairy legs.
I stole
one of Eric McCormack’s (Cloud)
lines about absurdity for my title. He shared a few, then went on to hypnotize
us with a reading from his novel about a man discovering a book describing an
obsidian cloud forming over a town in Scotland. The cloud reflected everything
below it, buildings, cats and lovers included. Or maybe it was actually a
different planet…
Maurice
Mierau (Detachment: An Adoption Memoir) had us chuckling as he described
his first encounter with his shrink, a women who has the same name as his first
wife. But the mood changed and we listened hard as he intertwined the traumatic
experiences of his adopted sons with those of his father. And I don’t think Mierau was the only person in
the room with misty eyes when he read about his son preparing the funeral for a
beloved cat.
L-R: Kathleen Winter, Maurice Mierau & Denise Roig |
Who
knew there could be so many ways to screw in a lightbulb in Abu Dhabi? Denise
Roig (Brilliant) got us laughing again. Her stories come from a land
that she says is full contradictions and extremes, like the endless desert
juxtaposed with the highest skyscrapers. Her stories aren’t only about lightbulbs. Roig’s characters share gossip. They talk
about a sheik who dismissed a young women after a weekend of pleasure. She was
put into a car that would take her to the airport. The car was filled with
money, the woman’s
perfect face sticking out between the layers. As the car drove away bills flew
out the windows. I wouldn’t have
minded walking down that street, although…
Kathleen
Winter (The Freedom in American Songs and Boundless: Mapping
Geography and Spirit in the Northwest Passage) didn’t read to us and that was okay
because she sang. Her humorous songs about pigeons and adjusting to new eyeglasses,
something with which Jesus never had to contend, added a lovely touch of the
absurd. A perfect end to the night, especially when Charlene Diehl, the
festival’s
director and the host, pointed out the evening was being recorded and she’d send the link to Winter.
Absurdity
Loves Company Too was a great evening, though I was a
bit disappointed that nothing absurd happened on my way home. I’ll just have to read all of those
books to get that.
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