Having read The Book of Negroes first, and enjoyed it very much, I was curious about how Lawrence Hill started as a writer; what was the book that had to go through the mill of rejection before he was crowned and accepted into that hallowed crowd of CanLit authors? And I wasn’t disappointed in reading this book. He picked two winning strategies with this debut novel – humour and controversy.
Some Great Thing could be renamed “Days in the Lives of Journalists” for it follows the episodic scoops and shenanigans of a bunch of journalists at a newspaper in Winnipeg, Manitoba. The central character is an autobiographical version of the author (if I follow Hill’s resume), with the unlikely name of Mahatma Grafton, who is on a mission not only to explore black-white relations but English-French tensions in the province as well, while his boss, editor, Don Betts, is determined to re-write Mahatma’s filings for more nefarious and personal ends. The supporting cast is a delightful but motley crew: Edward Slade the reporter from the rival newspaper who lacks empathy and sensitivity as he zeroes in on the “scoop” at all costs (he and Betts would make a good duo), Judge Melvyn Hill (any relation of the author?) who is looking for any form of publicity to promote his cause as he has topped out on the career ladder (not a bad climb for he was once a railway porter), Helene Savoie who is ashamed of the childhood drubbing she received from her teacher for being French and prefers to be known now as Helen Savoy, Jake Corbett the welfare junkie who looks for any public forum to denounce the government for cheating him off his well(fare) earned money (he and the Judge would make good partners for the return of Socialism), and Hassane Moustafa Ali (aka Yoyo), the optimistic reporter from Cameroon who finds Canadians somewhat daft. And of course, the wisest one of the lot, Mahatma’s father Ben, a retired porter and a former colleague of Judge Hill, who is compiling a black history of Canada, and who loves and steers his son through the travails of journalism and motivates him to do “some great thing” with his life.
Some situations are hilarious and typically Canadian. Mahatma, who is second generation Canadian-born, is asked “Where are you from?” His answer: “Winnipeg”, a puzzled comeback: “Where is your father from?” Reply: “Winnipeg.” An even more puzzled, “But I thought you were Pakistani.” Priceless!
Some observations are chilling: “One drop of coloured blood made you black.”
The prose is unsophisticated and shouts “first time writer,” there are too many character names in some scenes, and many of the characters are funny but caricature-like. Even Mahatma is underdeveloped on the romantic side and I wondered if this guy had any other depth or vulnerabilities other than to fight for what is right as egged on by his father.
Everyone winds up in Cameroon by a freak of fate and circumstance (the only other French-English bilingual country in the world according to Yoyo), and the novel has its denouement which saves it from the upsy-downsy “days in the lives...” theme, and all ends well. I would have cut out the epilogue, for it tries (too hard) to tie up all the loose ends and tell us where the survivors end up.
The most useful part of the book for me was the tacked-on interview and behind-the-scenes story of how the author came to write the book – a great scoop indeed!