Ondaatje’s Billy the Kid reminded me of an assignment I didfor Writer’s Mind with Professor Maxson. It was a multi-genre paper, whichmeant that we could incorporate poems, lists, narrative, odd spacing, etc.Pretty much anything that went against the norms of a traditional collegeresearch paper. I absolutely loved the paper I did, I had so much fun with it. I wrote a story about a doctor who accidentallycreated a virus that turned people into zombies. I had narrative, newspaperarticles that I wrote myself but that I formatted to look like they were real,a poem and even a letter that was hand-written on notebook paper for the final draft. Then I stapledall these together so that my paper looked like a scrapbook. It was totally awesome.
Anyway, I liked the poem at the beginning of “Billy the Kid.” I’llbe honest, I almost skipped over it because I thought it was part of thecopyrights and dedication and all that boring crap on the inside cover of abook that nobody ever looks at. But then I did read it and I liked it becauseit was background story on the house and what goes on in the house. Ondaatje didn’tfeel the need to go into as much detail about the history of the house, but hedid need to tell the reader why the house is important. And he did that throughthe poem. The poem was the complete opposite of the narrative that followed it,which was richly detailed, right down to the “suction as an arm lifts off atable breaking the lock that was formed by air and the wet of the surface.”
I think there were three different perspectives in Ondaatje’spiece because the first poem was very smoothly written, had proper grammar andpunctuation so I assume it was written by Sallie. The poem at the end of thepiece, however, would have made my old English teacher poop a brick becausethere was zero punctuation and the spelling was bad in a few places. It soundedlike broken English to me, I don’t know if that was intentional, but I supposethe gist of it was that either the narrator of the poem is slowly going insaneor he’s talking about Billy the Kid’s dead body floating in a river. Eitherway, I got a strong feeling of disgust and foreboding, just because of therepeated references to rats. The more I read it, the more it grew on me. It waslike a car accident.
On to the microfiction, Fernandez’s “Wrong Channel” was hysterical, when the doctor was askingabout TB and Barbarita was talking about TV. The fact that the interpreter wasn’tvery good at speaking English should have been a red flag for Barbarita, but I guessit was better than nothing. But this story was also kind of sad because thedoctor was trying to tell this woman that she had a serious illness and she wasjust completely missing the point. Perhaps this was a social commentary onillegal immigration or something. Whatever it was, it was funny. And short!Hooray for flash fiction!
I liked Berry’s “Mockingbird” because it showed what blindfools love can make of us. The story was also ironic in that on the surface,the couple lived a perfect life, but then something ugly slipped to the surfaceand just for a second, when the guy said he’d rather inherit a rich life, thewoman saw reality and thought maybe she shouldn’t be with this guy. Then lovepunched her in the face and he said something cutesy to get out of trouble, andthings were “alright again”. Meanwhile, there’s a little albino boy playing inthe yard next door, which called for more irony in that, since he’s albino he’sgoing to have a hard life, trying to make friends and fit into society, whilethe fairly well-to-do couple next door’s only problem is that they don’t haveas nice a house as their friends, who are slowly drowning in their miserable,domestic lifestyle.
In Nelson’s “Land’s End” a woman is jumping the border….to Mexico.
I love irony. It’s good for you.
Anyway, I liked the poem at the beginning of “Billy the Kid.” I’llbe honest, I almost skipped over it because I thought it was part of thecopyrights and dedication and all that boring crap on the inside cover of abook that nobody ever looks at. But then I did read it and I liked it becauseit was background story on the house and what goes on in the house. Ondaatje didn’tfeel the need to go into as much detail about the history of the house, but hedid need to tell the reader why the house is important. And he did that throughthe poem. The poem was the complete opposite of the narrative that followed it,which was richly detailed, right down to the “suction as an arm lifts off atable breaking the lock that was formed by air and the wet of the surface.”
I think there were three different perspectives in Ondaatje’spiece because the first poem was very smoothly written, had proper grammar andpunctuation so I assume it was written by Sallie. The poem at the end of thepiece, however, would have made my old English teacher poop a brick becausethere was zero punctuation and the spelling was bad in a few places. It soundedlike broken English to me, I don’t know if that was intentional, but I supposethe gist of it was that either the narrator of the poem is slowly going insaneor he’s talking about Billy the Kid’s dead body floating in a river. Eitherway, I got a strong feeling of disgust and foreboding, just because of therepeated references to rats. The more I read it, the more it grew on me. It waslike a car accident.
On to the microfiction, Fernandez’s “Wrong Channel” was hysterical, when the doctor was askingabout TB and Barbarita was talking about TV. The fact that the interpreter wasn’tvery good at speaking English should have been a red flag for Barbarita, but I guessit was better than nothing. But this story was also kind of sad because thedoctor was trying to tell this woman that she had a serious illness and she wasjust completely missing the point. Perhaps this was a social commentary onillegal immigration or something. Whatever it was, it was funny. And short!Hooray for flash fiction!
I liked Berry’s “Mockingbird” because it showed what blindfools love can make of us. The story was also ironic in that on the surface,the couple lived a perfect life, but then something ugly slipped to the surfaceand just for a second, when the guy said he’d rather inherit a rich life, thewoman saw reality and thought maybe she shouldn’t be with this guy. Then lovepunched her in the face and he said something cutesy to get out of trouble, andthings were “alright again”. Meanwhile, there’s a little albino boy playing inthe yard next door, which called for more irony in that, since he’s albino he’sgoing to have a hard life, trying to make friends and fit into society, whilethe fairly well-to-do couple next door’s only problem is that they don’t haveas nice a house as their friends, who are slowly drowning in their miserable,domestic lifestyle.
In Nelson’s “Land’s End” a woman is jumping the border….to Mexico.
I love irony. It’s good for you.