Combining her novel, The Sun and the Moon, with fourteen short stories and a collection of brief linked narratives, Triptych presents an assortment of poet-artist P. K. Page’s most insightful and provocative fiction.
Known for her award-winning poetry and her intricate visual art, P. K. Page did not consider herself a writer of fiction, but she nevertheless produced a substantial and varied body of compelling stories.
Triptych: Selected Fiction of P. K. Page presents powerful examples of Page’s insightful and provocative fiction. Characterized by the exploration of charged ideas, these works (including a novel, several short stories, and a collection of brief linked narratives) take inspiration from experience both lived and imagined. In them, Page meditates on the notion of memory and the process of remembering, delving into themes of imagination and identity, of art and the environment, all the while maintaining the language and lyricism epitomized in her poetry.
With a critical introduction by volume editor Elizabeth Popham, Triptych not only reproduces the captivating and lyrical prose of one of Canada’s most beloved authors, but also provides readers with a tantalizing glimpse into the extension of the poet-artist’s oeuvre and her development as a skillful writer of fiction.
Excerpt from book
Veronika saw the old woman fall. She couldn’t prevent it. She was as helpless as if she were falling herself. She felt with excruciating clarity the old woman’s foot slip inside her shoe, saw her pitch forward, extend her arms, and crash down the steps. Slow motion. The sight was horrifying.
Veronika was there when the old woman lay extended on the driveway. ‘If I can get her up,’ Veronika thought, ‘we’ll know how badly she is hurt—whether or not she needs to go to emergency.’ Veronika didn’t like the responsibility. Wasn’t sure she would know what to do if the old woman’s leg were broken or her collar bone or hip. Wasn’t this the sort of thing that happened to old bones? They grew brittle and cracked.
And these must be old bones. Veronika guessed her to be in her late sixties. She watched as the old woman slowly pushed herself into a sitting position; noticed the quite beautifully set moonstone ring on her engagement finger. Veronika thought the old woman behaved as if she were entirely alone in the world—unobserved. As if the driveway on which she had fallen led only to an empty street in an empty city. In fact, except for Veronika, there was no one about. The old woman looked dazed. Veronika wondered if she had suffered a slight concussion or a small stroke for she didn’t seem to be aware of Veronika.
She was talking to herself. ‘Hurt,’ she said, and then, ‘Badly?’ she asked herself as she stretched each leg ... her stockings in ribbons. Her expensive shoes were Italian, Veronika thought. She felt she had seen her before somewhere. At the symphony or on the bus. Veronika couldn’t be sure which, and as she continued observing she felt the old woman had a slightly familial look. Would her mother have looked like that if she had she lived so long?
The old woman rubbed her shins and then, slowly again, got to her feet, shrugged her shoulders, turned her head side to side, testing. Veronika noted the excellent cut of her coat.
She noted again that the old woman seemed unable to see her. Didn’t want to see her perhaps. Who enjoys such moments of humiliation? Veronika watched her take a step, then another, and set off down the street, slow, but very erect.
[Continued in "A Kind of Fiction" ...]
About the Author
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P. K. Page wrote some of the best poems published in Canada over the last seven decades. In addition to winning the Governor General’s Award for poetry in 1957, she was appointed a Companion of the Order of Canada in 1999. She was the author of more than two dozen books, including ten volumes of poetry, a novel, short stories, eight books for children, and two memoirs based on her extended stays in Brazil and Mexico with her husband Arthur Irwin, who served in those countries as the Canadian Ambassador. In addition to writing, Page painted, under the name P. K. Irwin. She mounted one-woman shows in Mexico and Canada. Her work was also exhibited in various group shows, and is represented in the permanent collections of the National Gallery of Canada, the Art Gallery of Ontario, and the Victoria Art Gallery, among others.
A two-volume edition of Page’s collected poems, The Hidden Room (Porcupine’s Quill), was published in 1997, and the full range of her richly varied work is being made available in a digital resource, The Digital Page, supplemented by a series of texts in print and e-book format published by The Porcupine’s Quill.
P. K. Page was born in England and brought up on the Canadian prairies. She died on the 14th of January, 2010.
About the Editor
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Elizabeth Popham is professor in the Department of English Literature at Trent University in Peterborough, Ontario. Her scholarly editing includes collections of the letters of E.J. Pratt and A.M. Klein.