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Ian Williams: Reproduction review - a dazzling kaleidoscope of life's tragicomedy

Ian Williams: Reproduction review - a dazzling kaleidoscope of life's tragicomedy

Restless tale of stress and strife is invigorated by endless wordplay and stylistic surprises

Williams is Scotiabank Giller Prize-winning Canadian poet© Justin Morris

Ian Williams’s writing is always in motion. For his 2012 poetry collection Personals, and since, he has composed little circular poems, similar (in style though not sentiment) to the posies you sometimes find inscribed on the inside of rings. He incorporates a couple into Reproduction, his debut and Griffin Prize-winning novel.

“I’m sorry I made you hate me”, “no I don’t hate you baby don’t hurt me”, they read. Supposedly thought up by a teenager in the throes of childbirth, they speak to the seeming endlessness of labour pains as well as the forging of new bonds that are as hard to split as DNA. Of course, in their round, unpunctuated form, these poems can be reconfigured by a reader – “you hate me; I’m sorry I made you” – but the message stays pretty much the same, no matter where you begin the sentence. One person might end where another begins. Same strokes for different folks.

This overarching view binds together this lively, restless, four-part novel which, as you might guess from the title, is animated by the cycle of life and death. It feels like a danse macabre at times: the music it moves to is the squabbling, quarrelling and bickering that characterise at least a portion of close-quartered family life. As well as being reminiscent of the pop song lyrics that litter this story (“baby don’t hurt me”), Williams' posies speak to the circling of these arguments with loved ones: nagging refrains and stalemates no one is willing to acknowledge or break.

Reproduction by Ian Williams coverThat deadlock is where we quickly find our characters at the beginning of Reproduction. Felicia Shaw, a high school student speaking the dialect of her “small unrecognised island” in the Caribbean, is pitched against Edgar Gross, a middle-aged businessman with the overly precise English of a German expat. The strangers strike up a conversation while tending to their mothers, both in palliative care in a Toronto hospital in the seventies. As he does throughout, Williams forgoes quotation marks, giving us free access to a constant undercurrent of thought as their at first tentative then overfamiliar conversation unfolds in half-page episodes, which are as awkward and cramped as the tight space they are forced to share:

But do you want to work? he asked.
How you expect me to live? she replied. But if working is all it take then every woman in my country is a feminist.
You don’t have a single housewife in — He waited but she did not fill in the blank.
Well, of course some women stay home, but they does work, bake a little sweet bread and sell it, sew uniforms, pick banana.
They have children?
Then no, they’re not feminists.

Edgar, self-centred and worldly, and Felicia, sympathetic and sheltered, appear so unsuited to each other that their meeting seems a personification of the paradox: What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? One solution: they have a baby.

The unexpected product of their unlikely, unofficial and inauspicious union is the unfortunately named Armistice ('Army' for short), who looks set to be the focus of part two, which takes place some twenty years later in the mid-nineties. However, Williams adds more characters to his wheel of misfortune -– mainly the part-Portuguese Soares family whom Felicia and Army lodge with (Edgar is, predictably, absent) – at the same time as showing us more from his formal bag of tricks. We spend short chapters with each member of this makeshift family until we find ourselves turning on a carousel of their preoccupations. In part three, these chapters become a series of numbered paragraphs, whipping us through the story at breakneck speed. The mini-chapters’ titles comment wryly on the contents of each capsule and sandwiched in between are laugh-out-loud sideshows, entitled “The Sex Talk”: snatches of dialogue essentially displaying the Funny Things Kids Say. Elsewhere, there’s a narcissistic annotation of a song, like the ones you might find on the site Genius.

Such ferreted attention is typical of this book, which thrives on the unspoken and the misheard and buzzes with wide-ranging popcultural and pophistorical references and imitations: Whitney Houston, invading Poland, Snapchat sexting, ukuleles, Republickflücht, 90s-era Phantom of the Opera commercials, “Maury”, Vesuvius, “Love it of List It”, Wu-Tang Clan and Walkmans, to name a few.

Occasionally, Williams’s recycling of this material and his astronomical clock structure can feel more mechanical than organic, like he is going through all the stages of an elaborate mathematical problem. Some of the characters’ specificity gets lost in his workings. Their stories touch on many of the sensitive issues of our day – #MeToo, consent, race, the eroded privacy of Gen Z living their lives online and through screens. But, much like his striking wordplay, these flash like matches struck in the dark. They’re here one minute and gone the next. 

History repeating itself and the inevitability of falling back into old patterns of behaviour are dark thoughts if you look into them for too long. Still, the gloom doesn't linger and Williams keeps our eyes towards the light. The book's final part becomes a dazzling motley as he weaves snippets of Felicia and Edgar's first-night interaction into the action and dialogue of the present: bitesize interjections, tags and codas that, like the headings in part three, form an absurd comic backdrop to the main show. This impressive juggling act may fail to move many hearts, but it never fails to turn heads. In a way, it provides a satisfactory answer to the question another Canadian poet, Anne Carson, asks herself whenever she puts pen to paper: “Given whatever material we’re going to talk about, and we all know what it is, how can we move within it in a way we’ve never moved before, mentally?” Williams’ story is age-old, but his writing is always in motion.


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