Critique of Where Pigeons Roost

My son chose my book Where Pigeons Roost and other stories for a high school English class assignment. He had to read and analyse the book, then write a critique of it. He earned a grade of 84% for the following critique:

They did not yet know that this was as good as it got. 

-Excerpt from Stalemate, from “Where Pigeons Roost and other stories” 

Where Pigeons Roost and other stories is a collection of short stories by self-published Franco-Ontarian author AM Matte. Though they are all very different stories, they are all related by the same theme of inevitable grief. It has a lot of dark humor and subtlety in all its stories. Due to the unique presentation of this book, this review will go through and rate each story individually. 

ABÎME: A popular actress is reading a book by her ex-husband about the affair she was having with the contractor who was renovating their home. As she finishes reading, she decides to go make things right with her ex.  

This is an interesting story about betrayal and hatred. It was interesting how the protagonist’s mind went back and forth on her opinions about her ex-husband and how she should deal with her feelings. Wasn’t all that interesting, safe for a few funny moments. 6.5/10 

STALEMATE: Two sisters, Feather and Gaelyn that are in their late 50s seemingly hate each other, but must keep face due to, one, living together, and two, having to seem happy when they have guests over. Oh, and they also want to kill each other, for reasons that are entirely avoidable and, dare I say, stupid. Feather attempts to murder her sister simply because she said something about the woman who got with the man she wanted to get with. Gaelyn had literally no idea. Feather apologises, and life goes back to normal. (Yes, that’s actually what happens) 

This is an interesting piece of dark comedy in this book. Seeing Feather slowly become more and more enraged with her sister, without the latter even knowing what’s going on, is definitely funny. 7/10 

Where Pigeons Roost: The titular story of the book, this is a tale about a young woman named Mykle who participates in an underground “sport” known as “Pigeon Thwacking”, which is… exactly what it sounds like. Basically, every year there is a competition to see who can thwack the most pigeons. Each pigeon equals one point. Whoever has the highest point total wins that year’s competition. Toyosi, the reigning champion of the sport, is evidently cheating, since he’s always ahead of Mykle by just a little bit. Mykle’s plan is to just beat up the same group of pigeons for an entire year, but during this massacre she stupidly slips and cracks her skull open, dying in the process… but not before writing her final point total on the ground with her blood: 22158 

This is a really fun story, with high stakes and fun storytelling. The ending is somewhat disappointing, due to her death due to pigeons. Personally, I was hoping for Mykle to become the true, rightful champion and to expose Toyosi for his fraudulent ways in the process. Then again, I don’t think that we, as readers, are supposed to be rooting for this obviously flawed protagonist. Nonetheless, still a great read! 10/10

Overall, you could call this a triple-a book; that is, a book about Adultery, Attempted murder and Avicide. Each story brings something different to the table, but they all circle back to the same theme: how people handle (or fail to handle) grief and disappointment. While not every story hits equally hard, the collection is bold and unafraid to be weird, which works in its favor. I rate this book 9 stars out of 10. Would recommend.*

*emphasis mine

Women Writing

I was pleased to accept an invitation from Liisa Kovala, a writing coach who focuses on empowering women writers to discover their sisu, to be featured on one of her many Women Writing platforms.

Liisa’s prompts had me pondering about when and where I write, on top of family and job responsibilities. I love writing, and I’m not always devoted to making time for it. I always strive to do better. You can read about my experiences and (best and worse) advice here. Whether or not you follow it is up to you 🙂

What writing advice do you have for fellow authors, or what advice do you wish you’d been given earlier?

Pink Purim

A brand-new Purim romp, all decked out in pink.

Une poupée Barbie habillée en robe rose et portant une couronne.

« Barbesther in Shushanland », inspired by the Book of Esther, retells the story of the Jewish queen of Persia as if she were in Barbieland. In a world of Toxic Kens and wholesome Mordechallans, how will Barbesther save her people and herself from the evil Haman? With lyrical parodies of songs from Greta Gerwig’s movie, enjoy your best day every day with a good-enough-to-drink Pink Purim.

Script available for free (while donations are encouraged). Chag Sameach!

Free Purim Spiels

A Purim spiel or Purim play is usually a comic dramatization of the Book of Esther, the central text and narrative that describes what transpired on Purim and why it is celebrated as an important Jewish holiday. Jews have long gathered on Purim to tell the story of the Book of Esther in performance. Recently, it has been more and more common to tell the story by parodying well-known music.

In 2024, Purim celebrations begin at sundown on March 23 and end at nightfall on March 24.

Click here for free access to Purim spiel scripts in English, which you may use in your community. Then loop back to tell us how it went!

Poetry Workshop

Last month, I hosted a poetry workshop with participants of the New Horizons program in Ottawa, funded by the government of Canada. After an overview of basic poetry structure and an introduction of a few Jewish Canadian poets, the group hunkered down to compose a poem of its own.
Inspired by the recent massive storm that hit the city, the new poets brainstormed a word cloud (fully in the theme’s spirit), then assembled their poem, which you can read below.
Mazel Tov to Marcia, Jenny, Marcella, Shirli and Merle for their contribution to Canadian Jewish poetry!

Victoria’s Fury

Storm

thunderous heaven opens up
winds blow horizontal,
rattling rain

trees destroyed
loss of environment
power of nature
blows me away

like election signs in the wind
roots disconnected
lines disconnected
isolation
we are powerless
left at the mercy of nature

loss of voice
telephones down cannot carry it
not in charge
how to recharge?

cooking it up
before freezers thaw
sharing laundry, sharing showers, sharing shelter

sustenance, resilience, gratitude

renewal of friendships,
showering love on neighbours
to bring new growth

Tripping the Tale Fantastic – Must-Read Deaf Lit

I’m thrilled to have a story in Handtype Press’ latest anthology, Tripping the Tale FantasticWeird Fiction by Deaf and Hard of Hearing Writers. This anthology « pushes Deaf Lit… and Science Fiction and Horror and Fantasy in a new direction, and in the world of exploration all new directions are bold ones. » My story, Dreaded Silence, is about music.

I’ve been hard of hearing since childhood, and have worn hearing aids since the age of five. I learned to play basic piano and compose by ear, but I’m still fascinated by people who can read sheet music and hear what’s on the page in their heads – which is what lead to my story.

You can read more about the anthology – and buy yourself a copy – here: http://www.handtype.com/books/tripping/

Blue and yellow cover page of the anthology

The haunting call of the orbsong

Photo from Time.com

My short story, The Call of the Orbsong, in which the main character is a transparent amphibian named Dafenid, is a modern speculative take on an old fairy tale. Thanks to Luna Station Quarterly, you can read the story now: http://lunastationquarterly.com/story/the-call-of-the-orbsong/

Shout out to Ursula K. LeGuin for the spark that led to this story.

Dernières nouvelles / Latest News

J’ai de la chance! I’m very fortunate!

1) La première mondiale de ma pièce de théâtre, Les murs ont des yeux, a lieu à Toronto en fin de semaine, le samedi 5 novembre à 15h, précédée du talentueux Kyris: https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/les-murs-ont-des-yeux-toronto-t…

2) The Toronto Writers’ Co-operative is launching the 2016 edition of its anthology, Voices, on Sunday, November 6, 3 p.m., in the Hinton Learning Centre at the Toronto Reference Library, 789 Yonge St., 3rd Floor. I will be one of a dozen or so readers, reading my short story that appears in the anthology. The event is free!

3) My author pal J. Marshall Freeman is launching his book Teetering on Tuesday, November 15, from 7:00–9:00. The event takes place in Toronto at: The Victory Cafe, 581 Markham St., near Bathurst and Bloor. And he’s invited me to read one of my pieces at his launch. Come on over and support us 🙂

4) Puis, deux autres occasions de voir Les murs ont des yeux:

​ le jeudi 17 novembre 2016, 19h30, Cafétéria de l’école Nouvelle-Alliance, 249, rue Anne nord, Barrie (Les billets sont disponibles au: https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/les-murs-ont-des-yeux-barrie-ti…)

​ le vendredi 18 novembre 2016, 19h30, La Clé d’la baie, 63, rue Main, Penetanguishene (Les billets sont disponibles au: https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/les-murs-ont-des-yeux-penetangu…)

Merci à la troupe qui donne vie aux Murs: Barbara-Audrey Bergeron, Alex Nanot, Genevieve Fontaine, Michèle Tredger et Benoît Trudel, mis en scène par Magalie Rouillard-Bazinet!

Writing on International Dance Day

For International Dance Day, I participated in a Yoga and Writing workshop, to which I was invited through the Playwrights’ Guild of Canada. Following a Terrill Maguire-led half-hour of yoga-inspired movement to get our creative auras active, we did time-constrained writing exercises led by Carol Anderson. One of the writing activities consisted of 3-minute bursts of writing about parts of our body. Here are my unedited (we weren’t allowed) writings:

My Hips

For years, my hips didn’t know they were lonely.

My hips didn’t know they’d enjoy bearing, didn’t know they’d like having tiny hips, hands, arms, feet, legs, face nestled in them.

My hips experienced this once and are sad – just a little – that they haven’t had a chance to be a nest again.

My Feet

My feet are looking forward to the sunshine, to grass, to sand between their toes.

My feet will be glad to dress in sandals and toe rings and paint.

My feet enjoyed their winter cardigans – reds and blues and cats and bows and hearts and stripes,

but they long to breathe and not be cold, for a change.

My hair

My hair is shy, thinning since it was ten years old.

My hair artificially sought body, and it broke, severed under a perm.

My hair is long and I cut it because what’s the difference.

My hair learns, every night, to be curly the next day.

My hair discovers it is happy even when stifled under wigs;

and as my hair gets wispier and wispier, it knows it has in them a replacement.

My spine

My spine woke up a few years ago, no longer curving at the neck – elongating itself, asserting itself, finding a way to lengthen though it is part of only a five-feet-tall frame.

My spine is short, yet mighty.

My heart

My heart skips beats – literally. (Figuratively, that hasn’t happened in years.)

My heart likes to surprise me and worry me with its literal irregularity.

« Don’t worry, it’s normal, » says the doctor.

So, everyone is walking around with their hearts stopping for milliseconds at a time?

It’s a wonder we keep going and don’t stop, for a moment, to feel until our hearts start again.

#TBT The Write Decision

Over twelve years ago, my then-still-new alma mater, Carleton University, featured me and three fellow writers in the cover story of its student and alumni magazine. (You’ll also see an article about Lynn Coady in there.)

A screen capture of the Carleton magazine feature "Making the Write Decision", featuring A.M. Matte.

I am quoted as saying: « If you can’t go through the day without writing, then you’re a writer. » I think I was channeling L.M. Montgomery’s Emily « of New Moon » Starr when I said that.

You can read the full article by following this link.

Ah, youth.