I met the author at a local book club meeting and decided to read her book.
At first I wondered why she wrote a book like this. Was it to promote the Book Clubs in Prisons that her friend and colleague, Carol Finlay, had pioneered in Canada, was it a life-long love of books, or was it to exorcise a traumatic mugging incident in which she had been the victim? I concluded it was all three, but upon reading the book, I discovered a fourth: providing us a glimpse into the Federal Correctional System, into the life “inside” and its denizens who live with no guarantee that their incarceration will restore and prepare them for life on the outside.
The narrative is structured around a series of book club meetings the author attends at the medium security prison in Collins Bay and at the minimum security facility in Beaver Creek over two years. At first, attracting hardened male criminals to read books and discuss them in a group environment is difficult, and maintaining regular attendance is hard, but eventually a core of engaged regulars emerge. Some prisoners find it difficult to read books of literary fiction because they regurgitate painful memories: “The book is prey, you have to go after it.” The books being discussed are the classics and other best-selling works of literature, chosen by Carol and the author, and are supposed to be free of the four cardinal “no-no’s: porn, weapons-making, hate and abuse. And yet when I looked up some of the titles of the books, I scratched my head. Alias Grace? Perhaps Margaret Atwood, by virtue of her stature, gets a free pass!
Attendance at a book club meeting in a prison is subject to many variables not encountered in the outside world: lockdowns, fights, strikes, flooded cells, conflicting parole hearings, family visits—they all get in the way. This is a direct contrast to the pampered surroundings of the author’s own book club in her middle-class suburb where the challenge seems more about which wine, cake and goodies to serve.
The author is constantly battling her fear, that springs from her past assault, to push boundaries and meet with the prisoners in one-to-one sessions, or in closed rooms without guards nearby, and even on the outside after the prisoners have earned their release. I wondered whether this drive to confront “the other” was her way of seeking healing for her own trauma. She is motivated by her father’s words, “If you expect the best of people, they will rise to the occasion.”
The most interesting parts of the book to me were the discussions of the various literary works, and the opinions of the inmates, which often run counter to middle-class sensibilities. “People on the outside assume innocence, people on the inside assume guilt.” Therefore, Greg Mortensen of Three Cups of Tea fame was exposed as a charlatan by prison book club members long before the later exposé, 3000 Cups of Deceit, came out confirming that. For men of low to average education, I was impressed by their depth of perception and their observations of human character. Their diction makes them sound like university scholars, and I wondered whether that was the author wanting to get past jargon, patois and accents to expose their thinking in clear language, or were they actually that eloquent? I was left questioning whether these levels of insight, eloquence and compassion came to the men after their experience in prison or whether had they always been that way? And if it was the latter, was it just a matter of chance and circumstance that had sent them down the wrong track? As a collective, the prisoners share one or more of these common histories: family neglect, abuse, lack of education, marginalization, a proclivity to take short-cuts, lack of love, instability of domestic life, bad company, drugs and alcoholism.
The prison book club experiment has been a success for Carol Finlay and the author, for now the concept has spread to prisons across Canada and into women’s prisons as well. As a writer, I was heartened to realize that what we churn out daily with no hope of return has helped in a small way to enlighten the lives of these dark souls, providing them hope for a better world on the outside, even though it may not always turn out that way.