Saturday, June 17, 2017
BACK TO THE GARDEN by CLARE HUME
TOM HIBBARD Reviews
Back to the Garden by Clara Hume
(Moon Willow Press, 2015)
THE INVISIBLE PARADISE:
BACK TO THE GARDEN BY CLARA HUME
“There is no immobile absolute, no spiritual ‘beyond’.”
Mary Woodbury, a Vancouver publisher, editor and writer—under the nom-de-plume of Clara Hume—is a person absorbed in environmentalism and most certainly is a writer of some excellent variety of eco-fiction. Her 2015 novel Back To The Garden from Moon Willow Press is a good starting place for a definition of eco-fiction. Her episodic tale begins in the mountains of northwestern United States, ventures to the Atlantic coast in search of relatives and roots and then returns again to the mountains—as a vague sort of “homeland.” It’s told in a fairly straightforward manner, without fantastical worm hole leaps into the future or past, rather in a time supposedly in the not-too-distant future—indeed, generally based on types of incidents that appear in today’s news.
However, like science fiction from the 1950s, out of Galaxy magazine, from writers such as Ray Bradbury, or Gene Roddenberry’s 1960s allegories, and/or radio shows such as X Minus One and Dimension X, or like Cormac McCarthy’s more recent novel The Road; in Back to the Garden, the familiar U.S. landscape is transformed into a desolate wasteland of life reduced to a few survivors performing, of necessity, the most rudimentary functions. Yet, unlike much science fiction, the cause isn’t an unavoidable apocalyptic uncontrollably destructive nuclear war. Rather, the cause is a disintegration of society, government, civilization, infrastructure due to gross insensitivity toward fellow man and the environment. At one point, one of the characters says that the problems of society were caused by people ignoring the warnings. One of the main problems is that the heat of global warming has turned everywhere (except higher elevation mountains) into desert.
Consequently, famine, from burnt fields and impossible growing conditions, and disease, from contaminated water, take their toll. The stench of dead bodies is everywhere. Two members of the core group die from influenza. Others are raped and mangled in gun skirmishes with marauders. The book begins with an unfolding description of a small somewhat random and lost group of outcasts and their tenuous interactions—with each other and their natural surroundings. They are so distant from governments and cities that they aren’t at first aware of the extent of the conflagration.
In the book’s style of the writing, each chapter is told from the perspective of a different one of its characters—using the same technique as William Faulkner’s novel, The Unvanquished. Back to the Garden is like The Unvanquished in that a group of backwoods people encounter life’s trials as it journeys on its own along an unpopulated—and one might add “primal”—countryside. Other books that Back To the Garden remotely suggests are William Golding’s Lord of the Flies and, especially, J.M. Coetzee’s The Life and Times of Michael K. Hume’s (Woodbury’s) writing has a sketchy simplicity that suggests a glowing Surrealism in everything, just as in the writings of Franz Kafka. This is what I mean in saying that environmentalism is contained in the style of fiction. The characters are sensitive and meaningful. But their interactions are generally childlike and subdued, expressed in small gestures, a tear, a smile, a hug, a token. Though allowed, rationality is secondary. The characters know each other; they know each other superficially and, because of the travels, they know each other to some degree in their past. But Back to the Garden takes place in an immense and immensely uninhabited landscape.
The minimalism of the writing style makes the humans seem like pastoral people, experiencing life on very fundamental levels and in very fundamental feelings—happiness, sadness, horror, wonderment, fear, hunger, interdependence, helpfulness toward each other as a means of protective strength. One of the defining facets of eco-fiction is that the human perspective is only a small, subservient part of the wider, global perspective. The characters are portrayed factually but incompletely, as part of the ecological picture. This is a different sort of realism, a lighter, less ego-based realism than the probing, heavy, psychological torment of so-called modern realism. Books that are definitely unlike Back To The Garden would be Salinger’s Catcher In the Rye or Thomas Mann’s Death In Venice. “We craved the cold,” says one character, the cold of sparseness rather than the heat of crowded close contact. Though the characters gain their strength from each other, they gain it more from the mystery of nature. Books that are referenced in the text itself are Melville’s Moby Dick (“It is not down in any map; true places never are.”), the Poems of Mao Zedong and Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.
“Way up there the mountains stood as heartily as ever.” There is a spiritual source to life in the garden, but the spirituality, the “dream,” is derived from a direct contact with nature. The sprawling cities are deserted; only unfathomable space remains. “I shook off the old icons. They meant nothing anymore.” As pretense crumbles in its own instability, the real pleasures and rewards of life are brought forward. They are brought forward in their essential spontaneity and singularity. The patchwork presentation of a world that has radically fallen to pieces, as happens many times, in the Great Depression for instance, uncovers life of our species and planet on a level that reveals the paradise in which we have been dwelling all along.
Tom Hibbard has had many reviews, essays, poems and artworks published online and in print publications. He had many reviews and articles published in the early version of Jacket Magazine. Other publications where his reviews and poems have appeared are Word/ For Word, Big Bridge, Galatea Resurrects and Solitary Plover. With Washington D. C. poet Buck Downs, this spring Hibbard read his poetry at Myopic Books in Chicago and Woodland Pattern in Milwaukee. He has written extensively on “visual poetry.” A long piece on Existentialism and Michael Rothenberg appeared in John Tranter’s Journal of Poetics Research. His poetry collection Sacred River of Consciousness is on sale at Moon Willow Press in Vancouver and Amazon.com. And his poetry collection Place of Uncertainty is on sale at Lulu online.
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