To All Appearances A Lady - University of British Columbia
To All Appearances A Lady - University of British Columbia
To All Appearances A Lady - University of British Columbia
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Margaret and Al <strong>of</strong> being self-conscious in<br />
their letters, <strong>of</strong> writing for an invisible future<br />
audience. The same accusation was levelled<br />
against the Purdy-Woodcock Letters. And in<br />
a totally creditable sense it is true. A pr<strong>of</strong>essional<br />
writer does not become unpr<strong>of</strong>essional<br />
toward words just because he or she<br />
has an audience <strong>of</strong> one, with a mass audience<br />
a remote possibility and no more. A<br />
novelist like Laurence, a largely narrative<br />
poet like Purdy, are inventing characters as<br />
they go along and it would be inconsistent<br />
if they did not to an extent shape their own<br />
images in correspondence. There is always<br />
an eye toward the possible unauthorised<br />
reader. One does not write, even in a letter,<br />
what one would shrink from seeing in print.<br />
Margaret Laurence was, and Al Purdy is,<br />
a self-created pr<strong>of</strong>essional <strong>of</strong> high quality,<br />
with little academic stiffening but a natural<br />
kind <strong>of</strong> erudition, and a remarkable sense<br />
<strong>of</strong> the colloquial in language: much <strong>of</strong> their<br />
correspondence is about pr<strong>of</strong>essional problems,<br />
and especially about Laurence's hesitations<br />
and delays in her work. Especially in<br />
England, she felt that loneliness <strong>of</strong> writing,<br />
and she needed reassurance from one <strong>of</strong><br />
her tribe, yet she was also remarkably secret<br />
about what went on in her imagination or<br />
even her books until the day <strong>of</strong> publication.<br />
Once she said to me, like a Dutch auntie<br />
(though she was 14 years younger) "George,<br />
always play your cards close to your chest.<br />
Don't let anybody see it until you're ready."<br />
I have played my cards that way ever since.<br />
The opposite is true <strong>of</strong> Purdy—that he is<br />
not so much concerned with the difficulties<br />
<strong>of</strong> creation, which are quite different in the<br />
short form <strong>of</strong> the poem from those in the<br />
long form <strong>of</strong> the novel. He is more concerned<br />
with achievement, and he is always sending<br />
to Laurence, as he has sent to me, copies <strong>of</strong><br />
recent poems which he likes to try out on<br />
his friends first. It is on the whole the annoyances<br />
<strong>of</strong> life rather than the agonies <strong>of</strong> creation<br />
that concern him, but he is immensely<br />
supportive <strong>of</strong> Laurence in fier agonies.<br />
They joke and jostle with each other, like<br />
unruly mental siblings, they admit—as<br />
friends should—the deeper hurts life<br />
imposes on them, and they together defy<br />
the puritan world from which both <strong>of</strong><br />
them, in their various ways, came and<br />
which still inflicts its hurts on them, as in<br />
the attempted banning <strong>of</strong> Laurence's books.<br />
There is no doubt that Purdy's friendship<br />
was <strong>of</strong> great importance to Laurence during<br />
the unhappy period when she was writing<br />
her last—and perhaps Canada's greatest—<br />
novel, The Diviners.<br />
As for Purdy, there is something Protean<br />
about him. His poems contain passages <strong>of</strong><br />
great vulnerability, and he grouses like the<br />
rest <strong>of</strong> us in his letters, and yet there is also<br />
that easy self-containedness that helped him<br />
remake himself from a conventional and<br />
traditional poet in his early years into a fine,<br />
free-flowing, colloquial writer, deeply conscious<br />
<strong>of</strong> time and place, in his maturity.<br />
Certainly his mutability comes up in his<br />
friendships, which are not like each other,<br />
so that the Purdy-Woodcock Letters are<br />
quite different from those with Laurence.<br />
Purdy and I seem superficially dissimilar—<br />
far more so than Purdy and Laurence—and<br />
many people have wondered how we can be<br />
such firm friends. This rowdy poet, this<br />
withdrawn critic—what can they have in<br />
common? Yet the sparks <strong>of</strong> friendship<br />
strike strangely, and in fact Purdy and I<br />
have a great deal in common. If he and<br />
Laurence were like siblings, he and I have<br />
been in our formative experiences, like the<br />
boys next door. He in Canada, I in<br />
England, went through childhood poverty,<br />
never went to a university and taught ourselves<br />
almost all we know (and Al is a far<br />
more erudite man than he lays claim to),<br />
endured and denounced the puritanism <strong>of</strong><br />
our backgrounds, which still haunts us, and<br />
once we shook <strong>of</strong>f circumstances became<br />
great and committed travellers.<br />
The relationship is different from that<br />
between Purdy and Laurence and the corre-<br />
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