ONION MAN & REVERSE COWGIRL LAUNCH London, Ontario - December 2, 2011
Forest City Gallery hosted a great launch for Onion Man and David Whitton's short story collection The Reverse Cowgirl. Special guest Christine Walde read from her chapbook Black Car.
Photos courtesy of The Forest City Gallery. ONION MAN BY KATHRYN MOCKLER
Poetry
November 2011 144 pages Tightrope Books Cover Art by David Poolman Available on Amazon.ca or Amazon.com Description Onion Man is a sparse and intense series of linked poems told from the point of view of an eighteen-year-old girl working for the summer at a corn-canning factory. The poems follow her relationships with her factory job, her boyfriend, her alcoholic mother, her terminally ill grandfather, and the man who every night “peels an onion and eats it as if it were an apple.” Review “In Onion Man Kathryn Mockler takes an age-old metaphor and applies it to the construction and consumption of the book: each page turned a layer peeled away, revealing through subtraction a poignant coming-of-age story and a razor-sharp dissection of gender and class relations set in late-1980s Ontario. Unlike much of the ‘work writing’ popular at that time, Mockler’s single stanza texts, solid as the cans of corn her narrator pushes down the line, transcend the story of their production, allowing for overtones many of us will recognize from our own teenage years. Wise, honest, familiar and insightful, this is a book I will read more than once.” —Michael Turner, author of Hard Core Logo and The Pornographer’s Poem “With Onion Man, Mockler does for the Pillsbury factory what Dante did for hell. But Mockler is funnier. Nearly every piece in this epic, romantic novel-in-verse cracked me up and, like the best comedians, Mockler breaks your heart while she makes you laugh. Her deadpan wit is dead-on and her understated insight is fathoms deep. You've never read a book of poetry like this.” —Sharon McCartney, author of For and Against and The Love Song of Laura Ingalls Wilder “Onion Man's young heroine hands us small details from her workaday small town to prove that some of our best lessons are learned the hard way—sometimes we better ourselves by counter-example—and, truer still, that some hard living has nothing to teach us at all. Mockler can't hide anything in lines this clean and spare. Onion Man delivers a bold, candid voice. It's a book of brave choices.” —Michael V. Smith, author of What You Can’t Have and Progress "Onion Man, Kathryn Mockler’s forthcoming poetry collection from Tightrope Books, is a series of untitled, linked poems that take on the force and breadth of a novel. The eighth untitled poem depicts a typical evening of a teenage girl working at a corn-canning factory with her boyfriend, Clinton. Throughout the poem, Mockler explores a conflict between the unnatural setting of the factory and the narrator’s yearning for connection and comfort." Continue Reading —Kelli Deeth, author of The Girl Without Anyone | Buy ONION MAN at the following retailers:
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Clinton and I take off our motorcycle helmets and have a smoke before we go in. Heat from the tarmac rises like steam from coffee. My feet burn from blisters, from steel-toed boots. The factory doors are as heavy as the doors of Simpson- Sears. The warm air makes our skin damp, and it’s as hard to breathe in here as it is in a bathroom after a hot shower. We walk past the Yugoslavian women on the line who wear white coats, plastic gloves, hairnets. We make sure our hard hats are in place in case the foreman sees us. We walk to the warehouse—end of the line. Only three women work here: Clinton’s mom on the computer, Brenda in the lab, and me. Clinton works the Britestack, and I stand across from him for ten hours watching unlabelled cans of corn. I make sure each one is in place so he can move them a thousand at a time with a magnet, off the conveyor belt, and down to the forklift drivers. It is so loud in here. Clinton and I scream just to hear each other. Half the time, I have no idea what he is saying. |




