Margoshes’s A Book of Great Worth is an Excellent Read

A Book of Great Worth

By Dave Margoshes

Coteau Books April 2012, 250 pp. $18.95 CDN

Reviewed by: James Onusko

Dave Margoshes’s collection of short stories is a wonderful blend of family history, story-telling, and urban myth focusing on New York City. Woven throughout this collection is humour mixed with poignancy that gives the collection a general feeling of genuineness and warmth.

Margoshes has an impressive publishing record as he has written and published several books of prose, volumes of poetry and non-fiction texts. He has also done work for CBC and has read from his work extensively. In addition to all of this, he’s been a journalist for numerous newspapers and taught journalism. He has lived in several cities and currently calls Saskatoon home.

The author takes us on journey through the early part of the twentieth century in the Big Apple’s Lower East side. We meet numerous characters that come in and out of his father’s life. There is a profound exploration of humanity including our strengths, individual warts and collective failings. Many of the stories leave you wanting to continue on the characters’ journeys and following them down their meandering paths.

In the following excerpt, Margoshes’s father is speaking with some children whom he was hired to teach Yiddish to as a young man:

“Yes,” said my father, “and that’s why it’s so important that you should meet your grandparents now, while you have the chance. They’re old.”

“And is it true that Mommy hasn’t seen her Mommy and Daddy for years and years?”

“That’s right, Estella.” My father took the little girl in his arms. “Do you ever get mad at Mommy? Or at Daddy?”


My father smiled. “And you, Benjy?”


“And do you sometimes get so mad you think, ‘I wish they were dead,’ or think about running away and never coming home, just to show them, to make them feel bad/”

The children pouted. Esther sucked her thumb. My father gently tugged at her hand until it came away. “Tell the truth now.”

“Sometimes,” Benjy said.

 “times,” Esther echoed.

“You have to be careful what you wish for,” my father said. “Sometimes wishes come true and you can’t take them back.”

“Is that what Mommy did?” Esther asked.

“What do you think?” my father asked.

Margoshes’s writing is revealing and filled with great care. He is a born teacher but his writing never falls into being preachy. With a less skilled writer, it would feel like pontificating but that feeling of being spoken to is never an issue. The author invites us to participate in these wondrous tales and we are left to wonder where truths meet realities and vice versa. He has a wonderful ear that is demonstrated time and time again with his exquisite dialogue.

There was not much to quibble with here. Because it is such an eclectic mix of stories, some readers may find it disconcerting, at times, to be reading consecutive stories that bear little relationship to each other. One specific story that painted a richer picture of New York City in this period would have provided some additional context for those readers that may have not read much if anything about this period. Margoshes may be giving his readers too much latitude at times in assuming there is a shared knowledge of landscape and time.

These are trifling in the entire assessment. This collection of stories is filled with love, wisdom and beauty. While not all of the stories are uplifting, their rawness, at times, is what keeps the reader engaged for the entire collection. Readers will not be disappointed with this fine book.

*A copy of A Book of Great Worth was sent to me to read and review. It was not purchased.

York Impresses With Debut Effort

The Anatomy of Edouard Beaupré

By Sarah Kathryn York

Coteau Books April 2012, 216 pp. $16.95 CDN

Reviewed by: James Onusko

While many books are touted as life-changing or having the ability through which the reader will gain new perspectives, oftentimes this is overblown hyperbole on the part of publishers. This smallish book, unquestionably, will change the way you think about those among us who stand out for various reasons. In most ways a tragic figure, Edouard and his story, brought to life for a new audience, has transformative powers to heighten our abilities to empathize with our fellow human beings.

Sarah Kathryn York’s short fiction has appeared in both Canadian and American journals. Sarah is a graduate of the University of Toronto Creative Writing Master’s Program. She is a PhD candidate at the University of Waterloo. Sarah is from Toronto and is a dual Canadian-American citizen, spending time in both Canada and the United States. This is her first book.

York’s writing is superb. Her writing style is both poetic and unadorned. While it is evocative it is not distracting as she humanizes Edouard. This is not easy given her subject matter as it would have been tempting and quite easy to focus mainly on Edouard’s physicality. The author’s brilliance is that she invites us as readers to know that Edouard was in fact a caring, thoughtful and complex young man. While extraordinary for being 8 feet three inches when he died at the age of twenty-three, his deep sensitivity and devotion to his family outsized his physical being. As I read the book, I could not help but think of Joseph Merrick, better known as The Elephant Man, who convinced himself that exhibition in the late nineteenth century was one of the only ways for him to gain a meager living. While Edouard’s life may not have been as trying as Merrick’s, the parallels are compelling. Both men had dreams far beyond the confines of the freak shows of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.

In the following excerpt a teenaged Edouard discusses becoming a cowpoke with his uncle Albert on the Canadian plains:

“I wanna cowpoke,” Edouard said, a faint whine in his voice. He leaned back against the post and stared out at the fire. “Besides, I’m saving up for a nice pair of boots.”

“A cowpoke,” Albert repeated. His nail drove deeper into the wood.

“You said yourself that I’m good with horses.”

Edouard hushed a long time. He sat quietly the way he did in school when the children called him mute. They thought he was stupid. Maybe he was sometimes. Unworldly. Even the tallest girl in class had mocked him, the one child who might understand. Girls don’t mean nothing, his friend had said to comfort him that afternoon, Don’t pay no mind. They were throwing rocks at an old barn. We’re nothing either, he’d replied.

“I wish to hell it would rain,” Albert said to break the silence.

Edouard looked up into the blackness and the swarm of stars. They seemed to go on without him, without the world even, washing through the sky like some great dark mouth had opened to swallow the stars whole. He realized in that moment he had outgrown a living. Outgrown the ranching life. Outgrown horses. He no longer held a place among the things he loved and knew.

York allows us to understand Edouard in a way that contemporary sideshow audiences were likely unable to, more than a century ago. While we remain fascinated by his size, she gives us the gift of narration, monologue, anecdotal evidence and pure fantasy to add further colour to his short and angst-filled life. Rather than mere gawking, we are able to share some intimacies with this complex giant of a man who in small ways enjoyed but in more ways reviled his adult years.

There were a few shortcomings. I would have liked more written by the main narrator, the obsessive Montreal doctor who examined Edouard’s corpse in the 1950s, and ultimately, had more questions about Edouard than when he began. Also, York’s gifts for sensitivity and compassion left me wishing she had delved more deeply into Edouard’s earlier years in Saskatchewan. Finally, I would have really enjoyed some brief speculation by the author on what might Edouard have done if he had lived for another handful of years. She has likely come to know him better than anyone else now and although pure conjecture, her insights would have been fascinating.

Sarah Kathryn York has produced an instant must-read. While there is no poor time to read this 206 page book (yes, that does align with the number of bones in the ‘average’ human body), it will make an excellent summer afternoon or evening read. I cannot help but think that there may be a compelling film version of this story, begging to be made. The book is suitable for mature teen readers and older. I highly recommend it and trust that it will offer a new lens to all readers. It has done so for me and I think that is the ultimate praise for a book.

*A copy of The Anatomy of Edouard Beaupré was sent to me to read and review. It was not purchased.

No Supposing How Good Hypotheticals Is



By Leigh Kotsilidis

Coach House Books October 2011, 96 pp. $17.95 CDN

Reviewed by: James Onusko

Poetry is not for all readers, even the most erudite and sophisticated of them, have often intimated that reading poetry is very challenging. In the end, this is true. Reading and trying to make sense of poetry, particularly excellent poetry, is no mean feat. However, I think that most readers who spend some time engaging with Leigh Kotsilidis’s poetry will find it both rewarding, stimulating and satisfying. The slim collection of poems is organized into four parts including: I) Evidence; II) Variables; III)  Falsifications; and IV) Conclusions.

Kotsilidis’s poem’s have appeared in several journals and have been anthologized in a handful of publications. She was a finalist in both 2009 and 2010 for the CBC Literary Awards. Leigh’s talents are not contained to writing great poetry. She is a co-founder of littlefishcartpress. She also works as a graphic designer and lives in Montreal, Quebec.

What the author has done is use some of the core beliefs of modern science to question meaning and truth through powerful language. No genre is as taut and meaning-filled as poetry and Kotsilidis uses this to full effect. Hers is the type of poetry, like so much of the best, to be read aloud. Furthermore, I do not believe that she is offering any bold pronouncements marked by finality. In her best poems she is offering up a conversation; an invitation to enter a dialogue that views the world with wonderment and constant questioning. Science is presented more as an ongoing search based on hope vis-à-vis seeking a final destination that will guarantee unquestioned certainty.

In this poem, Chest Wounds, Kotsilidis’s skills are in full display as she explores some of her major themes:

First there is a flutter.

Not wings or eyelashes,

but a flap of unhinged skin.


What gapes? What gasps?

Not wound, windpipe, or gash,

but lesions of men on a gauzy path.


Blades clank, clash, until shafts

sink in –  a slowing, a lag, a yawn

as brains spawn panic.


Men stop, drop in their spots,

roll shirts into cotton batting,

tighten ponytails into tourniquets,


contort their torsos and limbs

into rocks resembling the dead.

When certain their enemy has fled,


toss their losses to the wind.

Not as seeds, words or hymns,

but overripe cherries, split to pits.

Unfortunately, as with all poetry written in the last 40 years or so, much of this collection will go unread. I find it fascinating and contradictory in many ways that many critics and observers argue that the majority of people no longer have the attention spans to read like we did collectively, say a century ago, yet literature is much more accessible than in the past. An interesting exercise it to try reading some literature from the early nineteenth century, and you will be struck by how long the paragraphs and sentences were in most texts. Epic poems are almost impossible to find in the twenty-first century. In this context, it would seem that post-structural poetry would be welcomed by readers in that most contemporary poems are rarely more than a page and many collections can be read in a handful of hours at most.

Kotsilidis’s poetry is the kind of writing that provides an opportunity, a gateway, to returning to poetry as a reader. She has chosen to tackle some of our grandest questions and infuses the writing with humour, questioning and compassion. There is not a lot to criticize in this collection. At times, I believe she could have lengthened certain poems and explored certain paths even more than she does. I can appreciate the open-endedness of some of the poems and I understand that that is precisely the point at times. Additionally, she includes some excellent introductions where she offers anecdotes from other writers such as John Hutchins and I think she could have done this even more as in all instances they fitted brilliantly with the rest of the poem.

This is a beautiful collection of poetry. While many readers, particularly those that do not read a lot of poetry will find it challenging, at times, to read, I believe that everyone who picks up the collection and decides to be open to it will find it well worth the effort. Kotsilidis is a brilliant writer and we should all hope that there is far more to come from her in the near future.

*A copy of Hypotheticals was sent to me to read and review. It was not purchased.