Deni Ellis Béchard - Cures for Hunger

Praise for Deni Ellis Bchards
CURES FOR HUNGER

You havent read a story like this one, even if your father was the kind of magnificent scoundrel you only find in Russian novels. Bchard is the rare writer who knows the secret to telling the true story. Just because the end is clear doesnt mean the bets are off.

MARLON JAMES, author of A Brief History of Seven Killings

Bchard writes that prison taught his father the nature of the self, the way it can be shaped and hardened. As in a great novel, this darkly comic and lyrical memoir demonstrates the shaping of its author, who suffers the wreckage of his fathers life, yet manages to salvage all the beauty of its desperate freedoms. Bchards poetic gifts give voice to the outsiders of society, and make them glow with humanity and love.

ELIZABETH MCKENZIE, author of The Portable Veblen

Bchard has created a moving story of rootlessness, rebellion, lost love, criminal daring, regret, and restless searching. Driven above all by the need to grasp his fathers secrets, he has written his narrative in skillful, resonant prose graced with a subtle tone of obsession and longing.

LEONARD GARDNER, author of Fat City

This powerful and haunting memoir is a must-read for anyone who has ever struggled to uncover their identity within the shadow of a parent. Written in exquisitely sharp prose, Bchard combs through his attempt to understand his fathers mysterious existence with inspiring precision. This book is huge and achingly true.

CLAIRE BIDWELL SMITH, author of The Rules of Inheritance

A coming of age story with rare and loving insights into the vulnerable hearts of men and boysand the women that help shape them.

Huffington Post

Cures for Hunger is a poignant adventure story with a mystery. But it is also, perhaps even more so, the story of an artist coming of age. Readers will be reminded of James Joyces Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.

Cleveland Plain Dealer

Bchards sad and moving memoir is all about secrets and regret and, ultimately, finding peace.

Minneapolis Star Tribune

Cures for Hunger is flush with tenderness. Much more than a memoir of youthful misadventure, though it contains plenty of that. Its also an exploration of the oppression of lineage, of familial duty, wanderlust, and perennial dissatisfaction, and the most American theme of them all: personal reinvention.

Iowa Review

A poignant but rigorously unsentimental account of hard-won maturity.

Kirkus

A coming-of-age story of lost innocence, violence, and tenderness by a writer obsessed with the man who influenced him the most but was there the least.

Booklist

Bchards story is one of personal discovery, and a teasing out of the function of memory: what it keeps, what it loses, and what it saves.

Publishers Weekly

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CURES FOR HUNGER

a memoir

DENI ELLIS BCHARD

MILKWEED EDITIONS

2017 and 2012, Text by Deni Ellis Bchard

Originally published in hardcover, in slightly different form.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: Bchard, Deni Ellis, 1974- author.

Title: Cures for hunger : a memoir / Deni Ellis Bchard.

Description: Minneapolis : Milkweed Editions, 2017.

Identifiers: LCCN 2017019907 (print) | LCCN 2017021648 (ebook) | ISBN 9781571319807 (ebook) | ISBN 9781571313423 (paperback)

Subjects: LCSH: Bchard, Deni Y. (Deni Yvan), 1974--Childhood and youth. | Authors, Canadian--21st century--Biography. | Fathers and sons. | BISAC: BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / Personal Memoirs. | FAMILY & RELATIONSHIPS / Parenting / Fatherhood. | BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / Criminals & Outlaws. | BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / Literary.

Classification: LCC PR9199.4.B443 (ebook) | LCC PR9199.4.B443 Z46 2017 (print) | DDC 813/.6 [B] --dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017019907

Milkweed Editions is committed to ecological stewardship. We strive to align our book production practices with this principle, and to reduce the impact of our operations in the environment. We are a member of the Green Press Initiative, a nonprofit coalition of publishers, manufacturers, and authors working to protect the worlds endangered forests and conserve natural resources. Cures for Hunger was printed on acid-free 30% postconsumer-waste paper by Versa Press.

Because of our wisdom,

We will travel far

For love.

All movement is a sign

Of thirst.

Most speaking really says,

I am hungry to know you.

Every desire of your body is holy;

Every desire of your body is

Holy.

HAFIZ (trans. Ladinsky)

But he who is outside of society,

whether unsociable or self-sufficient,

is either a god or a beast.

ARISTOTLE, Politics

Contents

PART I

DAREDEVILS AND INVISIBLE FRIENDS

R acing trains was one of my favorite adventures. This was what we were doing on the day I first considered that my father might have problems with the law.

Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine!

My brother and I practiced counting as my father kept up with the train.

Ill push harder! he shouted. He thrust his bearded chin forward, bugging out his eyes as he jammed the accelerator to the floor. His green truck heaved along the road, outstripping the train whose tracks, just below the line of trees, skirted the incline.

Almost instantly we left the red engine behind. As the road straightened, he came up on a few cars and swerved past them with shouts of Old goat! He shifted gears and kept accelerating, though the train was far behind. Then he braked, holding my brother and me in place with his right arm, the air forced from my lungs as he spun the wheel with his free hand. We pulled onto the crossing, though the warning lights on both posts were flashing and bells were ringing.

With the truck straddling the tracks, he switched the motor off. He relaxed in his seat, looking out the passenger window, straight along the railroad.

As if on a TV screen, the train appeared in the distance, plummeting toward us. The engine broke from the shadow of the trees. Sunlight struck its red paint, and my brother and I began to scream.