Bohaterami opowiadań Petera Markusa są przede wszystkim dwaj bracia mieszkający w zakurzonym miasteczku nad błotnistą rzeką. Łowią ryby. I niewiele więcej. Ale Markus z tego fabularnego minimum buduje opowieść w taki sposób, jak nie robił tego nikt przed nim. Autor nieustannie przearanżowuje scenerię, korzystając z tych samych elementów: rzeka, dom, podwórko, ryby. Jednak wciąż poznajemy jakby inne wersje historii – powtarzające się zdarzenia zyskują nowy wymiar, bo pojawiają się nowe informacje, które wpływają na bieg zdarzeń i nastrój opowieści. Język tej prozy sprawia, że nie tylko widzimy błotnistą rzekę i braci łowiących w niej ryby – dzięki ograniczonemu słownictwu, licznym powtórzeniom i uwodzicielsko splątanym zdaniom brodzimy z braćmi w rzece, rzece opowieści.
Peter Markus is the author of a novel, Bob, or Man on Boat, as well as five other books of fiction, the most recent of which is The Fish and the Not Fish, a Michigan Notable Book of 2015. His fiction has appeared widely in anthologies and journals including Chicago Review, Iowa Review, Alaska Quarterly Review, Black Warrior Review, Quarterly West, Massachusetts Review, Northwest Review, among many others. He was awarded a Kresge Arts in Detroit fellowship in 2012 and has taught for 20 years as a writer-in-residence with the InsideOut Literary Arts Project.
This book is hard to comment on because it's so different from most books. There is a plot to this book: a slow-moving plot that does seem to plod and chug along like a muddy river would. But the book is much more about its language and sounds. It's all about repetition of words and phrases and sentences and ideas, and it does a great job with these. Because of this, reading it becomes a kind of surreal experience--I get drawn into the language and beautiful imagery and forget about the order of events, reality, or even what is happening in the book's reality. It all just flows along.
If Rochelle Hurt's 'The Rusted City' is a novel of rust, then 'Good, Brother' is a novel of mud. Fish heads, mud girls, brotherhood, and a deep imagination for passing the days. This is a poetic fable. A parable of the mudmen. A woodland swamp of bubbling dirt. A twisted dream where the world slows to a choke.
more mud music, and this time w pictures! i read this back to back w The Singing Fish, so in many ways its all one book to me, but i have a sneaking suspicion that this one went deeper. got messier. and provided a few pieces about the moon, and i like that.
The musicality and mythic vision of these pieces both astounds and puzzles me. I'll be returning to Peter's work for years and years and years to come. This book is a river that I want to float away on.
This book opened up new rivers in my mind; and shallow mud-oceans in my esophagus. It has me off fish as food for a while. But it's got me on to English, as a language, as an instrument of discovery.
This book has a certain rough charm; it is Ken Kesey's "Sometimes a Great Notion" written in the tone of Flannery O'Connor, in Markus's intricately simple voice.