Seeing Martin

By Su Croll

Seeing Martin
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When art student Mira Samhain loses her father, she becomes preoccupied with images of flesh and anguish. Martin Zorn becomes her lover and muse, his body's every detail she commits to paper. It's not the first time Zorn has been curated. His sister, photographer Marie Claire ... Read more


Overview

When art student Mira Samhain loses her father, she becomes preoccupied with images of flesh and anguish. Martin Zorn becomes her lover and muse, his body's every detail she commits to paper. It's not the first time Zorn has been curated. His sister, photographer Marie Claire Zorn, spent her career working to record every gesture her younger brother made, every emotion he expressed; she made them both famous, and eventually destroyed them. Seeing Martin is Su Croll's debut novel, a work that investigates the predatory gaze, the tidal pull between artist and model, between the seeker and the sought. About grief, and how grief can be held at bay, at least temporarily, by sex and art.

Su Croll

Su Croll's work has garnered numerous awards and nominations, including the Kalamalka New Writers Competition, Gerald Lampert Award, Stephan G. Stephansson Award as well as the Canadian Authors Association Poetry Award. Cold Metal Stairs is her third work of poetry. She lives and writes in Edmonton.

Excerpt

Mira stared out the window. All this rain had done something to the centre of winter. A change had come. The air had weight. Sidewalks and streets were nearly impassable, but underground, everything was still moving. Trains shuttling from station to station. That life never stopping. Under the city were colour-coded arteries and three forlorn trumpet notes at the beginning of each train ride. Concrete walls, inches from the windows, were dark and returned empty reflections of other riders. Some were just killing time, riding to the end of the line, then waiting for the cars to reverse. These riders never left, not really. They would sometimes get up from their seats and wander the platforms, but they never ascended the escalators to the upper air. It was as if they had forgotten where they were going. They travelled the length of the metro map, transferring from the yellow line to the green to the orange before switching to the blue line and its journey to the terminus where the cycle could begin again. This was how they used up all the hours inside their perpetual forgetting.

Awards

  • Kalamalka New Writers Competition for Worlda Mirth 1992, Winner
  • Gerald Lampert Award for Worlda Mirth 1992, Short-listed
  • Stephan G. Stephansson Award for Blood Mother 2009, Short-listed

Reviews

"[Worlda Mirth] is a crazy, beautiful book. ..it's an original voice, flying like a trapeze artist between lithe exuberance and muscular grimness. ..It will be exciting to see where Su Croll takes us next. " - Karen Connelly in Fiddlehead

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