Miriam Toews - Summer of My Amazing Luck

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A Novel by the Governor General’s Literary Award — winning author of
A Complicated Kindness. Lucy Van Alstyne always thought she’d grow up to become a forest ranger. Instead, at the age of eighteen, she’s found herself with quite a different job title: Single Mother on the Dole. As for the father of her nine-month-old son, Dillinger, well…it could be any of number of guys.
At the Have-a-Life housing project — aptly nicknamed Half-a-Life by those who call it home — Lucy meets Lish, a zany and exuberant woman whose idea of fashion is a black beret with a big silver spider brooch stuck on it. Lish is the mother of four daughters, two by a man on welfare himself and twins from a one-week stand with a fire-eating busker who stole her heart — and her wallet.
Living on the dole isn’t a walk in the park for Lucy and Lish. Dinner almost always consists of noodles. Transportation means pushing a crappy stroller through the rain. Then there are the condescending welfare agents with their dreaded surprise inspections. And just across the street is Serenity Place, another housing project with which Half-a-Life is engaged in a full-on feud. When the women aren’t busy snitching on each other, they’re spreading rumours — or plotting elaborate acts of revenge.
In the middle of a mosquito-infested rainy season, Lish and Lucy decide to escape the craziness of Half-A-Life by taking to the road. In a van held together with coat-hangers and electrical tape and crammed to the hilt with kids and toys, they set off to Colorado in search Lish’s lost love and the father of her twins. Whether they’ll find him is questionable, but the down-and-out adventure helps Lucy realize that this just may be the summer of her amazing luck.
Miriam Toews’s debut novel,
opens our eyes to a social class rarely captured in fiction. At once hilarious and heartbreaking, it is inhabited by an unforgettable and poignant group of characters. Shortlisted for both the McNally Robinson Book of the Year Award and for the Stephen Leacock Memorial Medal for Humour, it also earned Miriam the John Hirsch Award for the Most Promising Manitoba Writer.

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“My dad? Hart? Why are they here, Teresa?” I yelled at her in the stairwell.

“I don’t know. Your dad’s basement got flooded. The toilet backed up or something and there’s shit all over and he had nowhere else to go. He thought he could use your place while you was gone and Hart was here to see Sing Dylan.”

“Sing Dylan? Why Sing Dylan?”

“’Cause. Something about him defending him in court. Sing Dylan finally managed to reroute all the water over to Serenity Place. And now they’re flooding like crazy over there, at least they were a couple of days ago before the rain stopped, and they threatened to take Sing Dylan to court and ’cause he’s an illegal immigrant and everything he’d be sent home pronto and so I found whatsisname’s calling card at your place when I was checking it for leaks and called him and he said he’d defend Sing Dylan for free ’cause he really needed experience anyway ha ha in all areas, eh Luce?? But now he’s busy with your dad helping Mercy, and Sing Dylan is back at the wall. He tried to help for a while but he got too nervous so he went back to his wall. He was just doing that rerouting for Sarah. For her honour, you know. It was revenge. But as far as I’m concerned it wasn’t nearly enough. I mean what’s a kid compared to a flooded basement? Anyway, I think that’s like a cultural thing for him. Or whatever. Because of what the bitches in Serenity Place said about her and Emmanuel and him being taken away and everything. Hurry up!”

Okay. All that stuff about Sing Dylan flooding Serenity Place made sense, sort of. But my dad at Half-a-Life? Assisting in a homebirth? He hadn’t even seen Dill, let alone changed his diaper or kissed his cheek. I don’t know if he had ever held a baby or not. I guess he had held me, but he certainly hadn’t seen me being born back then, and he never really exhibited any interest in babies or children. I don’t recall him ever even saying the word pregnant. The odd time he had to refer to some pregnant woman, he said “expecting.” And now he was ready to get his hands covered in afterbirth?

All eight of us flew into Mercy’s apartment. The girls were terribly excited about Mercy’s new baby, or the prospect of Mercy’s new baby. Dill was looking alert, too, Teresa was all business, Lish was mildly amused and puzzled by it all, and I, stupidly, began to cry. If this much could happen, find a beginning and an end, and lead to more and more events transpiring, over a short period of three days, then how much had happened over the three years since my mother had died? And how would I be able to remember her when so much was happening? I was afraid to blink for a second or shift my thoughts to Mercy’s baby or Dill or my dad or Sing Dylan for fear I’d lose her. So much was happening. And not only that, but things were happening without me making them happen. What wasn’t happening was my mom wasn’t catching a flight home to Winnipeg from somewhere in South America and John Dillinger wasn’t alive and well living under some pseudonym in Des Moines or anywhere else. Gotcha, dead or alive, was never going to show up and neither was Dill’s father, the way Podborczintski kept hoping he would. I hoped Lish’s crying trick would make me look great, too, ’cause now there was no turning back. If Siskel and Ebert had been reviewing this scene they would have said my crying looked fake and exaggerated, because I was heaving and my face was all distorted and really I was a mess. But when you see people, you know, bawling their heads off, looking scary and awful, believe me it’s real. They feel bad, it’s not an act. I couldn’t bear to lose her all over again, the woman I had created in my mind. Speeding down the highway with her elbow resting on the door and her hand tapping on the roof of the car. At that moment, all I wanted was to have my mother back.

The thing is, at that moment, there were about twelve people all rushing around Mercy’s apartment trying to make it sterile and my breakdown went entirely unnoticed. Which was good because it probably wouldn’t have been too good for the baby’s karma and energy and all that to have some unstable kid crying for her dead mom in the same room at the moment it was being born. I was standing frozen in the kitchen of Mercy’s apartment dealing with the rest of my life while everyone else had poured in looking to play a role in the story of Mercy’s baby’s birth.

I decided to wash my face, that old cure for everything that ails you. Wash your face. All you gotta do is just wash your face. Splash splash. At the end of the hall I could see Mercy kneeling on her hands and knees groaning, “Is it ready, is it ready? Just fucking tell me, is the fucking thing ready or what ooohhhhh-haaaahhhhhhhhh ooh okay okay okay okay hang on baby!” She started yelling, “OOOOOOOOOHHH WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME IS THE FUCKING THING CLEAN OR IS THAT ASKING TOO MUAMAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

I had Dill on my hip and I quickly headed for the bathroom. I could see Angela and Lish and Teresa already rubbing Mercy’s back and smoothing her hair and murmuring encouraging things, and like I said, the last thing Mercy needed right then was me, the grim reaper. I opened the bathroom door and then I remembered what Teresa had told us on the stairs. My dad and Hart were cleaning the bathroom. Sure enough, there they were. We all looked at one another, and then I laughed and I laughed. Then I sat down on the toilet and I laughed some more. My dad and Hart were kneeling at the tub and scrubbing it with some kind of organic cleanser. The sink already gleamed and I could see my reflection in the tiles on the bathroom floor. My dad and Hart had sanitary napkins taped onto their knees — to cushion them or to keep them dry or to keep the common bacteria on their pants from getting onto the floor, who knows? They only stopped for a second to turn around and look at me.

“Hi, Lucy,” said my dad. “We’ll have to talk later. I’ve been put to work.”

“Hi, Lucy,” said Hart, with a less serious expression on his face. “I came here to get some legal experience, but now …”

And he and I burst out laughing. My dad turned around and almost smiled and touched Dill’s arm. He kept his hand on Dill’s arm, looking at it, and then, finally, he spoke. “From what I understand your friend has chosen to deliver the child in the bathtub,” he said.

This made Hart and me crack up all over again. I couldn’t believe my dad was cleaning a tub for some single woman in public housing who wanted to have her baby in the bath. And wearing sanitary napkins on his knees!

“If your fucking family reunion is over I wouldn’t mind having my fucking baby already if nobody fucking minds OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH I don’t care if it’s covered in dirt fill the tub and let’s do it OOOHAAAAHAHHHAOOOH!!”

My dad and Hart snapped to attention. If they were upset with Mercy’s language, they certainly didn’t let on. My dad filled the tub, expertly, I might add, feeling the water, swooshing it around to make it the same warm temperature everywhere. Hart got a bunch of towels ready and took on the same stern expression my dad had. They were totally focussed. These were men, finally, with a mission. I got the hell out of that bathroom just in time. Mercy lumbered in, telling everyone around her to just fuck off, and plunged into the tub. She yelled, “I JUST NEED ONE OF YOU TO CHECK THE CORD AND CATCH THE BABY. THIS BABY’S GONNA BE BORN ANY SECOND AND I MEAN ANY SECOND!!!” Immediately, Hart ran out of the room, leaving my dad the job. Teresa and Lish offered to do it instead but Mercy told them, “Keep all your kids away from the bathroom,” and “Lucy’s dad can hold me up if I need it.” I barely heard my dad murmur something like, “But I … but I have never in my life done anything like this—” and Mercy answer him with, “Listen, it’s pretty fucking straightforward. I’m having a baby here, alright? Just do what I tell yaaaaAAAAHHHH—” I caught a glimpse of my dad’s face just before Mercy yelled at him to shut the fucking door and he looked, well, he looked terrified. Kind of like the way he looked when he found out my mom was dead. I tried not to worry about him in there. I figured if we could all survive being born, then he could survive watching someone being born. I mean, I had never heard of, you know, the midwife or the obstetrician dying in childbirth. And the way Mercy had been clomping around swearing and screaming, I wasn’t worried about her dying. So. Nobody was dying. That was good.

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