Friday, July 15, 2016
Notes on Ian Frazier's "Hogs Wild" - Part III
Ian Frazier is a consummate writer of figurative speech. I’ve pointed
this out before (see “Ian Frazier: The Art of Figuration”). Here, from Hogs Wild, are seven examples of his
figurative art:
1. Snow had fallen the night before, re-burdening the trees
all the way to the crest of the Swans, whose topmost spruces and pines stood
minutely whitened against the sky like fine-edged crystals of frost on a
windowpane. [“By the Road”]
2. As usual when there are no clouds over the city, the
high, white streaks of jet trails stretched like chalk smears across a
blackboard. [“Back to the Harbor”]
3. Beneath the chinaberries their little purple blossoms lay
on the gray mud like a pattern on an old dress, sometimes with hog tracks
squished in between. [“Hogs Wild”]
4. Seen from miles away on the interstate, the crater
suggests a giant bullet hole in the surrounding flatness, with rock lifted and
folded back around its edges like curled metal around a puncture in a
shot-through stop sign. [“On Impact”]
5. Last summer I was driving along the river in western
Illinois thinking how horrible the Mississippi had been lately, with its
outsized floods and its destruction of New Orleans, and I noted the recent
flooding still in progress along the Illinois shore—the miles of roads and
fields submerged, and the ferry landing at Golden Eagle, Illinois, now
separated from dry land by seventy feet of mud and water, and low-lying parking
lots full of river mud cracked like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle curling in the
sun. [“Fish Out of Water”]
6. I watched Barack Obama’s speech, closed-captioned above
the painfully percussive music, on ceiling TV monitors through a writhing
forest of dancers on poles. [“The Rap”]
7. Uncheerful interior, and an air of many people having
recently passed through; the floors were like the insides of old suitcases,
with forgotten small things in the corners. [“Hidden City”]
Frazier is known for his lists. Hogs Wild contains a dandy:
The
B46 passes EZ Pawn Corp., Baby Genius Day Care Center, Miracle Temple Church of
God, Cameo Auto Body, Victory Tabernacle of Praise, Tree Stump Barber Shop,
Beulah Church of God Seventh Day, Inc., the Lingerie Zone, Sinister Ink Tattoo
& Piercing, Brooklyn for Jesus 7th Day Adventist, Rag Top Lounge, Holy
Order of Cherubim and Seraphim Movement Church, Grace Church of the Firstborn,
Bobby’s Dept. Store, Sneaker King, Saint Jude Religious Items, Tropical Breeze
Car Wash, First United Church of Jesus Christ Apostolic, Inc., Yahya Hardware
& Discount Store, Plain Truth Temple of Praise, Sunny Corner Restaurant,
King Emmanuel Missionary Baptist Church, 3-Star Juice Lounge, Eglise de Dieu,
Asian Yummy House, Byways and Hedges Youth for Christ Ministry, Pawn Rite, and
New Hope Healing Series (Space Available for Worship). [“Bus Ride”]
Frazier is a superb describer. Here, from his brilliant
“Blue Bloods,” a report on the decline of one of the earth’s oldest living
creatures, the horseshoe crab, is his depiction of throngs of stranded
horseshoe crabs on the riprap wall near the Dover Air Force Base fuel dock on
Delaware Bay:
The crumbling
brittle of horseshoe-crab parts under the car wheels now became so thick it was
unnerving, with uncrushed, whole horseshoe crabs all over the road as well. I
pulled onto the left-hand berm to investigate. When I climbed up on the riprap
wall, I saw throngs of stranded horseshoe crabs lying in the interstices among
the rocks. The carnage stretched into the distance and had a major-battlefield air,
reminiscent of the Mathew Brady photograph of the dead at the Sunken Road at
Sharpsburg. Some of the horseshoe crabs seemed to be moving feebly. The ones on
the road had evidently managed to make it past the rocks.
My favorite
sentence in Hogs Wild: “All the park benches had blankets of snow pulled
up over their knees.” [“Back to the Harbor”]
My favorite detail:
the bird-watchers’ birdcall ringtones in the wonderful “Blue Bloods”: “Some of the bird-watchers were talking on
their cell phones and leaving excited messages for other bird-watchers. When
the other bird-watchers called back, the ring tones were birdcalls.”
My second favorite
detail: the type of fly Frazier used to catch his first steelhead: “Joe tells
me where to put the fly – a pattern called the Green Butt Skunk – and I begin
to cast” (“The One That Got Away”).
My third favorite
detail: the shirt location of Professor David M. Lodge’s pen and mechanical
pencil: “He wore a yellow tennis shirt with his ballpoint pen and mechanical
pencil stuck neatly in the button part of the neck, an innovation I admired,
because I was wearing the same kind of shirt and had compensated for its lack
of breast pocket by putting my pens in my pants pockets, always an awkward
deal” (“Fish Out of Water”).
In his Introduction
to Janet Malcolm’s Forty-One False Starts (2013), Frazier says of
Malcolm, “Over and over she has demonstrated that nonfiction – a book of
reporting, an article in a magazine, something we see everyday – can rise to
the highest level of literature.” In my opinion, the same can be said about Frazier.
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