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Heavyweight Titles (by Kerry Ryan)

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Kerry Ryan’s first collection of poems, The Sleeping Life, was published by The Muses’ Company in 2008 and was nominated for the Aqua Books Lansdowne Prize for Poetry in 2009. Her poems have appeared in anthologies and journals such as Prairie Fire, Grain, Room and Carousel. Her second collection, Vs., about her foray into the world of amateur boxing, was released by Anvil Press in fall, 2010. Kerry writes: There are all kinds of parallels between writing and boxing – the mental/physical toughness, the solitariness of the pursuit, the guts (or foolishness) to get back up after you’ve hit the mat. Both offer moments of exhilaration and times when you feel like you’ve been punched repeatedly in the gut. Each, in its own way, is a fine art. Books, too, share attributes with boxers, and writers send them into the ring to fight or flounder. For this list, I’ve chosen books I consider heavyweight champs – ones that balance brawn with finesse. It is neither an exhaustive nor diverse group (it skews toward novel, prairie, kids and – appropriately enough – war), but these selections have all, in one way or another, knocked me out.
Fugitive Pieces
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My sister had long outgrown the hiding place. Bella was fifteen and even I admitted she was beautiful, with heavy brows and magnificent hair like black syrup, thick and luxurious, a muscle down her back. "A work of art," our mother said, brushing it for her while Bella sat in a chair. I was still small enough to vanish behind the wallpaper in the cupboard, cramming my head sideways between choking plaster and beams, eyelashes scraping.

Since those minutes inside the wall, I've imagined the dean lose every sense except hearing. The burst door. Wood ripped from hinges, cracking like ice under the shouts. Noises never heard before, torn from my father's mouth. Then silence. My mother had been sewing a button on my shirt. She kept her buttons in a chipped saucer. I heard the rim of the saucer in circles on the floor. I heard the spray of buttons, little white teeth.

Blackness filled me, spread from the back of my head into my eyes as if my brain has been punctured. Spread from stomach to legs. I gulped and gulped, swallowing it whole. The wall filled with smoke. I struggled out and stared while the air caught fire.

I wanted to go to my parents, to touch them. But I couldn't, unless I stepped on their blood.

The soul leaves the body instantly, as if it can hardly wait to be free: my mother's face was not her own. My father was twisted with falling. Two shapes in the flesh-heap, his hands.

I ran and fell, ran and fell. Then the river: so cold it felt sharp.

The river was the same blackness that was inside me; only the thin membrane of my skin kept me floating.

From the other bank, I watched darkness turn to purple-orange light above the town; the color of flesh transforming to spirit. They flew up. The dead passed above me, weird haloes and arcs smothering the stars. The trees bent under their weight. I'd never been alone in the night forest, the wild bare branches were frozen snakes. The ground tilted and I didn't hold on. I strained to join them, to rise with them, to peel from the ground like paper ungluing at its edges. I know why we bury our dead and mark the place with stone, with the heaviest, most permanent thing we can think of: because the dead are everywhere but the ground. I stayed where I was. Clammy with cold, stuck to the ground. I begged: If I can't rise, then let me sink, sink into the forest floor like a seal into wax.

Then -- as if she'd pushed the hair from my forehead, as if I'd heard her voice--I knew suddenly my mother was inside me. Moving along sinews, under my skin the way she used to move through the house at night, putting things away, putting things in order. She was stopping to say goodbye and was caught, in such pain, wanting to rise, wanting to stay. It was my responsibility to release her, a sin to keep her from ascending. I tore at my clothes, my hair. She was gone. My own fast breath around my head.

I ran from the sound of the river into the woods, dark as the inside of a box. I ran until the first light wrung the last grayness out of the stars, dripping dirty light between the trees. I knew what to do. I took a stick and dug. I planted myself like a turnip and hid my face with leaves.

My head between the branches, bristling points like my father's beard. I was safely buried, my wet clothes cold as armor. Panting like a dog. My arms tight up against my chest, my neck stretched back, tears crawling like insects into my ears. I had no choice but to look straight up. The dawn sky was milky with new spirits. Soon I couldn't avoid the absurdity of daylight even by closing my eyes. It poked down, pinned me like the broken branches, like my father's beard.

Then I felt the worst shame of my life: I was pierced with hunger. And suddenly I realized, my throat aching without sounds -- Bella.

From the Trade Paperback edition.

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Why it's on the list ...
A gorgeous story of a young Jewish boy saved and adopted by an older Greek
man during World War II – at great risk to them both – this is an elegant portrait
of escape, survival, and family redefined. Lush with the wonder of learning and
wrenching in its portrayal of loss, this novel demonstrates tremendous style and
skill.
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The Wars

The Wars

Penguin Modern Classics Edition
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Trying to escape his guilt over a family tragedy, a nineteen-year-old Canadian finds himself mired in horror beyond imagination while fighting in the trenches during the Great War. Exploring what it means to be brave, Findley’s writing is precise and powerful; every sentence hits square in the jaw, stuns.
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