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Miriam Toews - Summer of My Amazing Luck

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A Novel by the Governor Generals Literary Award winning author of A Complicated Kindness. Lucy Van Alstyne always thought shed grow up to become a forest ranger. Instead, at the age of eighteen, shes found herself with quite a different job title: Single Mother on the Dole. As for the father of her nine-month-old son, Dillinger, wellit could be any of number of guys. At the Have-a-Life housing project aptly nicknamed Half-a-Life by those who call it home Lucy meets Lish, a zany and exuberant woman whose idea of fashion is a black beret with a big silver spider brooch stuck on it. Lish is the mother of four daughters, two by a man on welfare himself and twins from a one-week stand with a fire-eating busker who stole her heart and her wallet. Living on the dole isnt a walk in the park for Lucy and Lish. Dinner almost always consists of noodles. Transportation means pushing a crappy stroller through the rain. Then there are the condescending welfare agents with their dreaded surprise inspections. And just across the street is Serenity Place, another housing project with which Half-a-Life is engaged in a full-on feud. When the women arent busy snitching on each other, theyre spreading rumours or plotting elaborate acts of revenge. In the middle of a mosquito-infested rainy season, Lish and Lucy decide to escape the craziness of Half-A-Life by taking to the road. In a van held together with coat-hangers and electrical tape and crammed to the hilt with kids and toys, they set off to Colorado in search Lishs lost love and the father of her twins. Whether theyll find him is questionable, but the down-and-out adventure helps Lucy realize that this just may be the summer of her amazing luck. Miriam Toewss debut novel, opens our eyes to a social class rarely captured in fiction. At once hilarious and heartbreaking, it is inhabited by an unforgettable and poignant group of characters. Shortlisted for both the McNally Robinson Book of the Year Award and for the Stephen Leacock Memorial Medal for Humour, it also earned Miriam the John Hirsch Award for the Most Promising Manitoba Writer.

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Miriam Toews

Summer of My Amazing Luck

Dedicated with love and gratitude

to my mother, Elvira Toews

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Lish had been a lifer even before the trouble started with Serenity Place. She had four daughters, two of them with the same guy and the other two, twins, with a carefree street performer who had fallen in love with Lishs hands. Perfect for balls, hed said, juggling them that is. Now jugglers never make cracks about balls, Lish informed me, they just dont. Lish knew a lot about the theatre, about working a room, drawing a crowd, about blocking and leading, about the superstitions of theatre people. She had always loved the stage. Or the street, or wherever it is that people perform. She had met the juggler in the hospitality suite of the hotel at which all the performers were staying. Volunteering, for Lish, was a good way to meet theatre people without violating welfare rules, and it was a nice break from the kids. This street performer, absent father of the twins, said he loved Lish and suggested that she join him on the road. He could teach her to eat fire, juggle knives, walk on stilts. He showed her a newspaper clipping of himself from The Miami Herald and the headline was Magic, Music and Tomfoolery, and then there was a photo of him breaking a chain with his chest.

Just like Zampano in La Strada, hed said. Lish was giddy with the proposition and the free booze of the hospitality suite, and so she agreed to join him on the road, on the condition that she could bring her daughters, numbering two at the time. Not a problem, not a problem, he said, theyll bring in more cash, and then he made a red handkerchief disappear up Lishs nose. And, of course, reappear. Something he himself had failed to do after impregnating Lish in his hotel room that night, while her long beautiful hands caressed his oily back and the hot summer night got hotter. Lish found him irresistible with his sad eyes and his world-weary bearing and silly jokes that in and of themselves werent funny at all, but when he said them seemed, at least to Lish, to define comedy. And Lish loved to laugh. What was funniest though to Lish was his utter seriousness about sex.

He didnt say a word or crack a smile throughout, and Lish had to pretend that a snort of laughter she let escape while he focussed in on the homestretch was really an uncontrollable gasp of pleasure. She had hoped hed think it was her unusual way of expressing herself while in the throes of passion. Snorting. But she wasnt sure. In any case, it didnt matter. The next morning while Lish slept sated and pregnant with not one but two of the buskers babies, he made himself, along with Lishs cotton purse, disappear for good. Lish said he had left a note that said Catcha on the flip side. Can you believe it? Lish said his juggling was much better than his writing.

For a while Lish wondered if her snorting had made him leave, but really she knew that it hadnt been her, it had been the road, and there was nothing she or anyone else could do about it. Some people were just like that. All the road had to do was look up at them and they were gone. Poof. And so it was with the father of her twins. She wished she had found out what his name was, but hey Lish was the kind of person who enjoyed telling this tale to people. It was romantic, reckless. And if the twins asked about their dad, she could build him up for them, make him a hero, a rogue, a poet, a jester. Once I pointed out to Lish that the twins might like more details, some fleshing out of the story, maybe an address or a present on their birthday, a postcard. Lish said, Maybe. Maybe not.

I know that Lish still kept a big silver spoon room service had brought up to the hotel room the night she and the busker got together, and the twins, when they were old enough, took turns using it to scoop the natural chunky peanut butter Lish bought at a health food co-op. Theyd say, Its my turn to use Dads spoon. And Lish would smile and hand it over. Who knew what she was thinking. The older girls had a dad they saw fairly regularly and for a while were willing to let the twins use him as theirs, too. But the twins didnt want him. They were happy enough with their own.

I should tell you right now how I got to where I am: single mother on the dole, public housing, all that. It wasnt a goal of mine, certainly. As a child I never once dreamed, I will be a poor mother. I had fully intended to be a forest ranger. Now I realize there just isnt enough human contact in that field for me. But then, look where human contact got me. They said I hadnt grieved properly over my mothers death. That was the reason I became promiscuous, they said. They said I snuck out of my bedroom window every night because I needed to forget. I needed to forget, they said, because I couldnt bear the sadness of remembering. Thats what they meant by grieving properly: remembering. Remembering everything and reacting to it and releasing it. There was more to it, but I cant remember what it was, ha ha. So Im not proud of it or anything, but it happened. And its how I got to where I am. Half-a-Life Housing. Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, city with the most hours of sunshine per year (thats another thing they say).

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Somewhere along the line I became pregnant. With Dill, my son who is now nine months old. His full name is Dillinger. I dont know who his father is. Like Lish says, if you eat a whole can of beans, how do you know which one made you fart? I dont think its the caretaker at my dads church, because Dills hands are very big. Those huge hands were the first thing I noticed about Dill. The caretaker, on the other hand, had very small hands. I remember, because after wed had sex leaning up against the pulpit, he wandered over to the organ and started playing Midnight Special. I lay on top of the organ, naked as a cherub, and I remember peering down at the caretakers hands as he played. They were small and cupped and soft like a babys. So Im quite sure hes not Dills father. And, to tell you the truth, there were eight or nine other guys I was with at the time Dill was conceived, and most of them have faded from my memory. If I ever did know their names, Ive just about forgotten them. At least Ive tried to. And all this because I didnt grieve properly.

The first time I saw Lish, I thought she was insane. In fact, I thought she was a baby snatcher. I had left Dill sitting on the grass in front of Half-a-Life just for a second while I paid the cab. It wasnt really called Half-a-Life, it was called Have-a-Life Housing, like Have a chocolate, or a pretzel, but nobody called it that. Lish told me later that the Public Housing Authority people had considered all sorts of names before deciding on Have-a-Life. They tried Seek-a-Life, but it sounded too Buddhist or something, and Take-a-Life, but it sounded like a home for murderers. They couldnt call it Get-a-Life, cause it sounded rude, or Dial-a-Life, cause it was already taken. So they settled for Have-a-Life, which became Half-a-Life, and sometimes Have-a-Light? or Have-a-Laugh or Half-a-Loaf Housing. Anyway, it was the day Dill and I moved in and everything we owned could more or less fit into the trunk and the back seat of the cab. When I turned around I saw Lish picking Dill up and smiling at him and talking to him. I screamed at her to put him down and ran over to where they were. She was wearing a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, a purple gauzy skirt, Birkenstocks with socks, and a black beret with a big silver spider brooch stuck on the front of it. She said she was sorry and tried to explain, but I just grabbed Dill and walked away: Id heard about crazy women who couldnt have babies of their own so they kidnapped somebody elses. Or theyd walk up and down sidewalks with empty strollers, cooing to imaginary babies and buying big packages of diapers for nobody. Back then I was extremely protective of Dill. Kind of paranoid, I guess. He was all I had. Or then again my constant worrying might have been a result of my improper grieving. Who knows. I found out that Lish actually lived in Half-a-Life, too, and had four kids of her own and wasnt interested in having mine.

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