Ann-Marie MacDonald - Way the Crow Flies

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“The sun came out after the war and our world went Technicolor. Everyone had the same idea. Let’s get married. Let’s have kids. Let’s be the ones who do it right.” The Way the Crow Flies As the novel opens, Madeleine’s family is driving to their new home; Centralia is her father’s latest posting. They have come back from the Old World of Germany to the New World of Canada, where the towns hold memories of the Europeans who settled there. For the McCarthys, it is “the best of both worlds.” And they are a happy family. Jack and Mimi are still in love, Madeleine and her older brother, Mike, get along as well as can be expected. They all dance together and barbecue in the snow. They are compassionate and caring. Yet they have secrets.
Centralia is the station where, years ago, Jack crashed his plane and therefore never went operational; instead of being killed in action in 1943, he became a manager. Although he is successful, enjoys “flying a desk” and is thickening around the waist from Mimi’s good Acadian cooking, deep down Jack feels restless. His imagination is caught by the space race and the fight against Communism; he believes landing a man on the moon will change the world, and anything is possible. When his old wartime flying instructor appears out of the blue and asks for help with the secret defection of a Soviet scientist, Jack is excited to answer the call of duty: now he has a real job.
Madeleine’s secret is “the exercise group”. She is kept behind after class by Mr. March, along with other little girls, and made to do “backbends” to improve her concentration. As the abusive situation worsens, she is convinced that she cannot tell her parents and risk disappointing them. No one suspects, even when Madeleine’s behaviour changes: in the early sixties people still believe that school is “one of the safest places.” Colleen and Ricky, the adopted Metis children of her neighbours, know differently; at the school they were sent to after their parents died, they had been labelled “retarded” because they spoke Michif.
Then a little girl is murdered. Ricky is arrested, although most people on the station are convinced of his innocence. At the same time, Ricky’s father, Henry Froelich, a German Jew who was in a concentration camp, identifies the Soviet scientist hiding in the nearby town as a possible Nazi war criminal. Jack alone could provide Ricky’s alibi, but the Cold War stakes are politically high and doing “the right thing” is not so simple. “Show me the right thing and I will do it,” says Jack. As this very local murder intersects with global forces,
reminds us that in time of war the lines between right and wrong are often blurred.
Ann-Marie MacDonald said in a discussion with Oprah Winfrey about her first book, “a happy ending is when someone can walk out of the rubble and tell the story.” Madeleine achieves her childhood dream of becoming a comedian, yet twenty years later she realises she cannot rest until she has renewed the quest for the truth, and confirmed how and why the child was murdered..
, in a starred review, called
“absorbing, psychologically rich…a chronicle of innocence betrayed”. With compassion and intelligence, and an unerring eye for the absurd as well as the confusions of childhood, MacDonald evokes the confusion of being human and the necessity of coming to terms with our imperfections.

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“I’ve been feeling….” She wishes she had the excuse of an oxygen mask to hide the rise of sorrow.

She closes her eyes and hears him say, “Spit it out, old buddy.”

She opens her eyes and smiles. “I used to feel guilty.”

“Why, what for?” His blue eyes have sharpened. Even his left eye is awake.

“Because I made Ricky go to jail,” she says, and feels her forehead wrinkle at the childish syntax. “Because … I think my testimony caused him to be convicted.” Her face contorts, and she begins to breathe through her mouth.

Her father is looking at her hard.

“No it didn’t.”

It’s his man-to-man voice. If she didn’t know him so well, she might think he was angry with her. But she knows he’s worried.

“I’m okay, Dad. It’s just, you know, over the years, I’d read in the paper”—seeking refuge in a sarcastic tone—“‘convicted on the evidence of child witnesses’ and I’d think, ‘Gee, maybe he actually was guilty and I don’t have to feel so bad,’ and that’d make me feel worse.” She needs to say the words. About Mr. March. And then something will be all right. Say it . She opens her mouth but nothing forms except a pool of saliva under her tongue.

Jack says, “You weren’t the only witness.”

“I know.”

“Those two little gals — one of them was a friend of yours, what were their names? Martha?”

“Marjorie.”

“That’s right.”

“And Grace.”

“Well, they did him in.” His choice of words is like a bump in the road.

She waits. Then asks, “What did they say?”

“A whole lot of nonsense.” He reaches for the mask.

“I always thought”—willing herself not to cry, her face feels like a balloon full of water—“thought I disappointed you that day.”

He juts his chin forward and his face darkens. “Let’s get one thing perfectly clear,” he says. “You have never — and I mean never, not once —disappointed me.” Do you read me? He takes another breath.

He’s fading. Don’t go, Dad . Returning to the shades. Wait . It will be too late to tell him. About the silence of the school after three. The smell of orange peels and pencil shavings. The empty corridor she walked afterwards, past our gracious Queen, running when she got outside to make a breeze to soothe the sting, it doesn’t hurt . I was so strong, I didn’t know that I was small. Dad, watch . She opens her mouth to tell him and hears him say—

“I waved.”

She blinks. Tears suspend. “What?”

“It was me. I saw Rick on the road that day. I waved.”

She sits, lips still parted with what she was going to say, but it’s gone.

“I was the one in the car.” He holds the clear mask up to his face, closes his eyes and inhales through his nose. Exhales, opens his eyes and looks at her. True blue.

She shakes her head slowly, waiting, as though for Novocaine to wear off. She sees the shape of a man behind a windshield, sun splintering off it, the outline of his hat, his hand. Dust in the wake of a blue car on a country road in spring….

“Why didn’t you say something?” she asks.

“I was doing my job.” And he tells her.

She leans her elbows on her knees, looks down at the white pile carpet between her feet and concentrates on breathing evenly. She slips her hands into her armpits to warm them. Something has fallen away. Quietly, with no fuss. The ground beneath her feet.

“… Oskar Fried, I don’t know what his real name …”

Uncle Simon and Mr. McCarroll

“… my number two …”

Joint Intelligence Objectives Agency

“… a drunken U.S. Marine officer arrested for espionage a few years later …”

NATO

“… the space race …”

NORAD

“… threat from Soviet missiles …”

USAF

“… Cuba on the brink …”

USAFE

“… Berlin set to blow …”

The Pentagon

“… one individual can’t possibly see the whole picture …”

The Moon

“She never would have been in Centralia,” says Madeleine.

“Who?”

The schoolyard

“Claire,” she answers.

His bad eye has begun to seep. He wipes it with his wrist. “That was a terrible tragedy.”

Madeleine stares at him. Who are you? is the logical next question. It lasts less than a second, the glimpse of the strange man in the gold recliner, freshly defined as though by the flash of a camera illuminating a previously unseen shape in the dark. Then he is her father again. Smaller than he used to be. A little lost in his golf shirt. His white tennis shoes looking too new, too substantial, the way old people’s new shoes do.

“‘Tragedy’ is a word people use when they don’t want the blame.” she says.

If Claire had never moved to Centralia, who would Mr. March have selected in her place? A little girl with a dark brown pixie cut… .

“… imagine flying through a thick fog where you can’t tell what’s up or what’s down. In a case like that, you have to—”

“It didn’t make the world safer, Dad.”

“—trust your instruments. And it worked, we beat them.”

“Beat whom?”

“The Soviets. They’re crying uncle.” The expression on his face is obstinate. An old child.

She says, “Do you think the world’s going to be safer when the wall comes down?”

He leans toward her. “I’ll tell you a secret, old buddy, sometimes it’s hard to know what’s the right thing to do, but if you’re ever in doubt, just ask yourself, ‘What’s the hardest thing I could do right now?’”

“Mr. Froelich died.”

Jack sighs and reaches for a tissue to dab his eye. “I think he may have been killed.”

“Who killed him? Simon?”

“More likely someone Simon told.”

“… the CIA? Why, for the sake of Oskar Fried?”

“Presumably.”

“You told Simon about Mr. Froelich.”

“It was my job to tell him.”

Everything has become granular. She can feel her lips, her face, the air around her; she can see the coffee table, the fighting roosters, the Alps, the television, all of it turning to sand, set to disintegrate at the slam of a door.

“I’m not saying it was right,” says Jack. “I told Simon before I knew what could happen. That’s no excuse.”

She is struck dizzy by a jolt of memory — Maman dragging them to the car while Dad stood in the doorway, looking shell-shocked. The day after her testimony. Maman almost screeching at her to get in the car, main-te-nant! She got them out of there. Far from the place where a man lived who killed children.

“My involvement didn’t change the fact that, if the police had ever had a hope of catching the man who did it, they never would have looked at the Froelich kid in the first place. Whoever it was had to be long gone by then. Because there was never another similar murder in the area.” It’s his last-word-on-the-subject voice.

Is this the voice Mike always heard? Is this the father Mike had? What would she have done if she had had this father? Would she have found a gun and a jungle? Kill or be killed.

From the basement Maman calls, “Madeleine.”

“What?” she bellows back at the stairs.

“Come down here, I want to show you something.”

“In a minute!” She turns back to her father.

What did you do in the Cold War, Daddy?

“… we beat them in space …”

Why?

To keep the world safe for you kids.

Why?

To make sure there would be a world for you to inherit.

Why?

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