Pickle Me This Review - Street Symphony
Reviewed by: Kerry Clare
Street Symphony by Rachel Wyatt
"â€˜This is what I want,' he heard a woman saying. â€˜That's what I want.' She seemed to be addressing the world at large. When he came closer, he saw she was pointing at a forty-inch flat screen TV in the store window." –from "Caffe Italia"
Nothing is ever quite what it seems in Rachel Wyatt's new short story collection, Street Symphony. Everybody has a secret life, or else a secret grudge. Bodies fall from rooftops on quiet streets, mothers monitor their adult sons' email, the woman furtively taking notes at the bar has her own agenda, and then there's the character walking around town holding a sign asking, "Are you content to be nothing?" Disturbing the quiet of leafy streets has been what Wyatt's been up to for the last forty years, with novels like The Rosedale Hoax (1977), a satiric comedy set in Toronto's tony neighbourhood. In Street Symphony, Wyatt's voice and point of view are just as strong and distinctive.
What that point of view is exactly depends on where one is standing. Or sitting, in the case of the story, "Falling Woman," in which a character happens to choose a different seat in her living room in which to drink her coffee and read her paper one morning, and thereby observes somebody falling out of the sky. Her usual chair, and she would have missed it. And usual chairs populate the "Caffe Italia" story, which is a microcosm of the collections, in which early morning regulars in a coffee shop tell themselves stories of other people's lives—and of their own. These are stories about the infinite number of ways that we brush up against each other, but how much we get wrong in the process of knowing. How we are each of us alone, connected only to each other, to paraphrase a line from Marina Endicott's Close to Hugh, which makes an interesting complementary read to this one. How Wyatt's characters see the world and each other depends on which direction each one is facing, and perhaps whether they've got their curtains closed or open, and all manner of other details.
Wyatt is a tricky writer, her narratives rushing forward and trusting their reader to keep up and to follow the twists and turns of plot and dialogue. Characters aren't introduced but just appear in full force and action, and we're to put the pieces together to find out who they are just as those characters discern the lives of the people they encounter in their own circles. Some of these stories will invite a reread upon finishing, and even then, not all the details will be clear. Mysteries remain, secrets kept, puzzles unresolved. Wyatt uses elements of intrigue as she did in her 2012 novel Suspicion, not always to full effect here, but still they keep the stories interesting. There are 17 in this collection and they don't blend together, but have a cumulative force, building like into symphony of the title, layers of city life. And a few satirical suburban cul-de-sac stories reminded me of Zsuzsi Gartner's Better Living Through Plastic Explosives, so we're not just talking about the downtown core.