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Short Story Month: Janet Trull’s Hot Town and Other Stories
In her debut collection, Hot Town (At Bay Press) Janet Trull imagines stories about Canadian “town” life, the private life of the seemingly ordinary. Stephen Leacock Award-winning author Terry Fallis says “By turns dark, quirky, powerful and uplifting, Janet Trull knows her terrain — emotional, social, and physical — and holds the reader close for a wild ride.” Scroll down for an excerpt from the collection’s titular story and an interview with the author.
Interview with Janet
All Lit Up: Tell us about your collection in tweet length (280 characters) or less.Janet Trull: A mish-mash of memoir and fiction, these stories are based on my personal small town experiences, and my admiration for people who exchange their own expectations for belonging. Steeped in both tradition and subversion, small town identity demands loyalty to a shared mythology. Its collective memory runs deeper than the abandoned gravel pit north of the tracks.ALU: If you had only 3-5 nouns to describe your writing style, what would they be?JT: Truth. Lies. Gossip.ALU: What do you like most about the short story as a form?JT: I feel like I have been collecting short stories all my life. Conversations overheard in high school hallways, at bus stops, in the frozen food aisle at Foodland. Like family secrets and neighbourhood myths, short stories connect to the narratives woven through our own defining joys and tragedies. A good short story describes one curious incident with efficiency and elegance, and trusts the reader to fill in the gaps.ALU: Do you have any writing rituals?JT: My desk is in a corner reserved specifically for the business of writing. Hanging in front of me is the pendulum clock that kept time for half a century in my father’s hardware store. It has a nice, spring-wound tempo that seems to set the right pace for thinking and typing and translating ideas into words.ALU: Who are your writing inspirations?JT: As a child, I thought that I would never find a more beloved author than Lucy Maude Montgomery, whose descriptions of nature gave me a sense of profound belonging in the world. Her short stories and novels described whispering poplars, the new moon, and babbling brooks. I felt connected and protected, even in the darkest forest. Since then, I have found inspiration in all the Canadian authors who have generously described for me their hometowns, their quirky neighbours and the thousand different ways to be a Canadian.Excerpt from “Hot Town” in Hot Town and Other Stories (At Bay Press)
Summer moves through town like a river of slag, heavy and inevitable. Heads crack openon hot cement. Children suffocate in derelict refrigerators. People drown.It is because of the heat, Jenny thinks, that Warren left. Last night she rolled over in bedand threw her arm over his broad back. “Don’t touch me,” he said. He took his pillow and went out to sleep on the couch.Near dawn, Jenny awoke and listened to a thunderstorm rumbling in the distance. Asudden breeze swept past her and slammed the bedroom door. Worried that Warrenwould think she slammed the door in anger, Jenny creeps to the kitchen and turns on thelight above the stove, not too bright, just enough light to find her way to Warren and tellhim she is not mad. He hates it when she is mad. But Warren is not on the couch. His pillow is there but Warren is gone. Jenny takes adeep breath. She showers and dresses for her job at a day camp north of the tracks wherethe houses are slabbed together from odds and ends of plywood and tar paper anddesperation. Most of the children at the day camp are subsidized by the Rotary Club. Most of themothers who drop the children off are young and slovenly. They smoke. But they are notlonely. Jenny is amazed at the number of boyfriends these women go through. There is anever-ending supply of guys who don’t mind a little baggage in relationships it seems.Perhaps that is why Warren is her first boyfriend since she graduated from high school sixyears ago. She has no baggage. No children to prove that someone found her attractiveonce.* * *
