The CBC features Cocktail in its list of the 14 collections to read this “Short Story Month”

May 10, 2024: “Launched - Cocktail by Lisa Alward,” an interview by Laura Rock Gaughan in The New Quarterly

May 6, 2024: “Never Too Late: Publishing Fiction Later in Life,” an interview with Vancouver novelist Frances Peck and Fredericton short story author Lisa Alward on CBC Radio Fredericton’s Information Morning.

Cocktail short-listed for the 2023 Danuta Gleed Literary Award, for a first collection of stories by a Canadian writer

Cocktail short-listed for the New Brunswick 2023 Mrs. Dunster’s Award for Fiction

Cocktail long-listed for the Carol Shields Prize for Fiction 2024

January 2024: “A remarkably assured debut collection, filled with characters poised at moments of unexpected insight” The Fiddlehead

One of That Shakespearean Rag’s 12 Books of the Year

DECEMBER 22, 2023 BY STEVEN BEATTY


Fredericton writer Lisa Alward’s debut collection contains some of the most subtle writing in evidence this past year; these stories appear deceptively serene and placid, but there are depths of emotion roiling beneath their surfaces. These are domestic tales, but they focus on moments that endure, including the creepy intrusion of a drunken party guest into the bedroom of his hosts’ preteen daughter, or the encounter between a mother and her estranged son, to whom she gifts a well-worn copy of T.S. Eliot’s collected poems. The quietness of Cocktail should not be mistaken for slightness: these stories resonate. The scene in which a mother, guilt ridden about a drunken incident involving her baby grandson, tries to atone by cleaning up the frozen dog shit from the family’s winter back yard (with a pie server, no less) is one of the most indelible moments in fiction this year.

Winnipeg Free Press Best Book of 2023

Miramichi Reader Best of 2023

Tyee Best Holiday Read of 2023

Pickle Me This Best Book of 2023

Bookalong Best Short Stories 2023

Drawn & Quarterly (Montreal) Staff Pick for 2023

Three Lives & Company (NYC) Staff Pick for 2023

Bookmark (Halifax, Fredericton) Staff Pick for 2023

Cocktail receives a glowing review in the Literary Review of Canada

Object Lessons: Lisa Alward’s debut collection

DECEMBER 2023 BY EMILY LATIMER

In her memoir and guide to fiction writing, Bird by Bird, from 1994, the best-selling author Anne Lamott explained that she kept an empty one-inch picture frame on her desk as a reminder to focus on small details: “The river at sunrise, or the young child swimming in the pool at the club, or the first time the man sees the woman he will marry.” Cocktail is filled with this type of telling observation.

Throughout Lisa Alward’s debut story collection, deceptively unassuming items — an old robin’s nest, a baby cardigan, a cigarette butt, a pot of hyacinths — prompt a diverse cast of characters to reflect on events that have changed their lives. Their contemplations take readers across times and places in Canada, from 1960s Saint John and 1980s Halifax to modern-day Montreal. Alward’s sure-footed writing ably steers readers through stories about injuries, marriages, new parenthood, and other watershed moments.

Some characters have transformative experiences after learning others’ secrets. In “Maeve,” the unnamed narrator is irritated by the title character, a domineering, socially conscious mother who issues “edicts on breast vs. bottle, natural vs. epidural, cloth vs. paper.” Maeve brings to mind the annoying “student-activist types,” those who are “always so sure of being on the righteous side.” Yet since the narrator’s two-year-old son, Joshua, and Maeve’s young daughter, Bethany, “seem to be inseparable,” a play date invitation is accepted. Upon arriving at Maeve’s home, a large house in the country, the narrator is shocked by its chaotic state, including kitchen counters covered in “cereal bowls stained orange from Kraft Dinner” and stairs littered with “Zellers flyers and tiny plastic barrettes in the shapes of daisies and butterflies.” When Maeve’s permissive parenting style conflicts with her own more cautious approach, the narrator realizes she’s entered a strange power struggle with the “warrior queen” who is six years her junior. The visit becomes “a test, a test of my mothering.” And it’s too late to turn back.

Elsewhere, Alward deftly captures close encounters that characters can’t stop thinking about — sometimes decades later. In “Cocktail,” the speaker recalls one such incident from girlhood. At a party hosted by her parents, a drunken attendee with a “long, angular face,” “very thin, his shoulder blades propping up his suit jacket like a wire hanger,” snuck into her bedroom. The defenceless girl was petrified as the unwelcomed visitor inched nearer: “I could smell his breath now and examine his freckles up close.” Her older brother quickly appeared and scared him off, but the complicated mix of disgust and desire she felt has stuck with her ever since: “Even after high school, I was still looking for him.” Decades later, she gets drunk at her own parties, searching for any man who will pay her the same special attention as her “gin‑drinking guardian angel.”

Perhaps the collection’s most poignant story, “Wise Men Say,” follows a senior publishing executive, Penelope Simon, who reflects on her callous behaviour during a summer fling some thirty years earlier. The first time she saw the “Halifax hoser” Al Foley, with his “squeaky-white Adidas knockoffs and Boston Bruins T‑shirt,” she wrote him off, believing that any relationship between them “wouldn’t go anywhere.” But he was cute —“six feet or more, with big arms, loose brown hair, and surprisingly long eyelashes”— and heaped attention on her. A romance ensued, but it quickly fizzled out. In her early twenties, his earnest adoration had been a turnoff: “She thought he looked silly in his beige corduroy blazer and glanced away when he ordered a third carafe. He kept telling her how much he was going to miss her.” After returning to school in Toronto, she even discarded his only letter, a “plodding description of vocational school” featuring “childlike handwriting and misspelling of university.” Now in her fifties, Penelope reckons with her mistreatment of the infatuated young man: “How odd that it had taken her this long, almost her whole life, to realize that she loved him.”

For others, home improvement projects prove turning points. In “Hawthorne Yellow,” Tracey and her husband buy a fixer-upper: an Edwardian detached with “good bones.” The idealistic woman imagines “herself and James lovingly restoring the old house together,” including “long hours spent stripping and crack filling and painting like the sunlit couples on the line-of-credit flyers.” However, six months later, infuriated by his wife’s “nagging,” James takes a steak knife to the walls of the guest room. Feeling remorseful, he employs a painter, Alex, to clean up the mess, but Tracey senses trouble with the new hire: “There was something almost too bright, too deliberate about his white coveralls as if he’d dressed the part, or been dressed for it by someone else.” Tracey becomes caught up in a series of close calls as she spies on the man with the “remote, self-contained air of a Tibetan monk” and inexplicably finds herself attracted to him: “Curled behind her husband’s sleeping back, she thought about Alex’s hand on the putty knife.”

Alward explores a different sort of family tension in the gripping story “Bundle of Joy,” about a judgmental grandmother who travels to a nameless city to visit her thirtysomething daughter, Erin, and her newborn grandson. Ruth, perpetually negative, can’t help but point out Erin’s shortcomings: her skin is “blotchy,” her boyfriend is an “unremarkable data-analyst,” her duplex is not in a “new or particularly fashionable subdivision.” Alward skillfully depicts the pair’s uneasy relationship, ratcheting up the suspense with each glass of wine they consume. Their increasingly revealing confessions bring decades of unspoken resentment and unresolved issues to the surface, among them offences that Ruth “no longer clearly remembered but knew had been piling up for years like dead leaves behind a shed.”

Through reflective and relatable narratives, Cocktail offers a successful study of vulnerabilities with which many readers will identify. Don’t we all burn daylight creeping past lovers on Facebook? Haven’t we all peered through cracks in doorways when we know we shouldn’t have? Who among us hasn’t foolishly forgiven a betrayal? Alward suggests that although such experiences are universal, they leave unique marks on each of us. Even seemingly insignificant details can recall those lingering effects. Sometimes, she reminds us, it’s the small details that have the most profound impact.

Emily Latimer is a freelance journalist based on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia.

Nov. 16, 2023: interview on Information Morning with Jonna Brewer, CBC Radio Moncton

Oct. 23, 2023: interview on Information Morning with Jeanne Armstrong, CBC Radio Fredericton

Oct. 13, 2023: Interview on All Write in Sin City

Oct. 16, 2023: “Fresh and vibrant” Pickle Me This

Sept. 16, 2023: “Delicious Diversions” The Winnipeg Free Press

August 1, 2023: “Snapshots of lives shadowed by disquietude” The Miramichi Reader

Toronto Star recommends Cocktail as one of 30 new reads for fall

The CBC recommends Cocktail as one of 74 works of Canadian fiction to read this fall

Globe and Mail recommends Cocktail as one of 62 books (and 5 short story collections) to read in fall 2023

Cocktail receives a rave review in Steven Beattie’s That Shakespearean Rag

Lisa Alward’s debut short fiction collection is a quietly potent cocktail

AUGUST 15, 2023 BY STEVEN BEATTIE

In the acknowledgements to her debut collection of short stories, Fredericton, New Brunswick, writer Lisa Alward thanks her editor, John Metcalf. Long known as a stalwart supporter of short fiction – and especially Canadian short fiction Metcalf, in Alward’s words, “is an inspiration to all who try to see by the flash of a firefly.” As a metaphor for the craft, this is about as good as any so far deployed. Short fiction has been called “a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger” Stephen King) and “small in a way that a bullet is small” A.L. Kennedy); those are good, evocative images for a story’s effect and its potential energy. But, chanelling Nadine Gordimer, the image of the firefly, flashing brightly in the surrounding dark, illuminating itself and nothing more, has a metaphorical specificity that seems ideal for the short form.

Short does not, of course, mean slight (to paraphrase another great practitioner of the short form), and the stories in Alward’s Cocktail display a surface placidity that belies their deeper structure and linguistic control. These are domestic stories, dealing with families and lovers and the seemingly inconsequential moments that any life accumulates. That these moments are not at all inconsequential, but frequently life altering, is often only apparent in retrospect.

Take, for example, the relationship between Penny Simon and Al Foley in the story “Wise Men Say.” The opening sentence refers to Al – “so clearly the Halifax hoser in his squeaky-white Adidas knockoffs and Boston Bruins T-shirt” – introducing himself in a crowded bar. “Even before he shouted his name,” Alward writes, “she’d known it wouldn’t go anywhere.” Penny, who claims not to be a snob, is disdainful of Al’s preference for Elvis Presley over Elvis Costello and his apparent inability to register her “ambivalence” toward his romantic advances (“How her lips were inevitably dry when he kissed her”). Al seems like the perfect milquetoast sop, forever trailing after Penny with a kind of unrequited love. It’s only much later, after Al’s wife succumbs to breast cancer, that Penny realizes she’s been in love with him all along, a realization that comes too late. His admission to her when they reconnect in a Waterloo coffee shop is shattering.

It’s also the kind of moment that Alward excels at. Her fluency with the short form makes the placid surfaces of her stories deceptive; there are hidden barbs and nettles here. The mother in “Hyacinth Girl,” who gifts her son her used and battered copy of T.S. Eliot’s complete poems on his birthday, is privately critical of the tacky decor in the restaurant he chooses for their meeting and less privately jealous of her former husband’s new partner. When the son passes along some harrowing news about his mother’s replacement, her entire set of assumptions is upended.

There is subtlety to the way Alward effects this emotional shift in the story. In the bathroom at the restaurant (not incidentally called Belladonna’s – the allusion to a poisonous plant is hardly unintentional), she contemplates what angers her about her former husband’s dalliance: “Not the duplicity, the garden-variety adultery and betrayal of marriage vows, not the loss of a husband she no longer even thought about in that way, but the degree to which she’d acquiesced to this idea of a superior hidden life.” The note about the loss of someone “she no longer even thought about in that way” is telling, as is the fact that it is her own capitulation, rather than anything her ex did, that most irks her.

After her son’s revelation, what she remembers of the restaurant is “the watery rings their glasses made on the metal tabletop” and “her rumpled spring coat.” As they exit Belladonna’s, mother and son pass from the interior gloom into “sudden, unexpected sunlight” – a movement from obscurity into momentarily blinding illumination. These quiet gestures add nuance and subtlety to a story that is remarkable for its formal control.

Other stories are more forthright in their approach. “Bundle of Joy” features a domineering, hypercritical mother visiting her daughter and son-in-law and their new baby; a meal with too much wine ends up with the baby’s grandmother almost seriously injuring the child. As a kind of self-inflicted penance, she goes out in the back yard the following morning to scoop up the accumulated dog shit off the wintry ground with a pie server. The chosen implement is another example of Alward’s rigorous attention to detail. In the title story, a partygoer who calls himself Tom Collins invades the bedroom of his hosts’ preteen daughter; this story is all the creepier for its quietness and lack of explicit incident.

Fireflies glow brightly then extinguish themselves, leaving only the ghost of a trace to mark their passage. The stories in Alward’s collection are similarly evanescent, but their potency lies in their precise style and compactness. This is a collection to savour.

Cocktail receives a starred pre-pub review in Kirkus Reviews

COCKTAIL

BY LISA ALWARD ‧ RELEASE DATE: SEPT. 12, 2023

Refreshingly tart reflections on family fragmentation and its aftershocks.

A finely detailed debut collection of stories set in Canada from the 1960s to the present.

Alward often begins in a sharply evoked past time and then swoops forward into the present to record the impact of a past experience on her characters. In the brief and evocative title story, she opens in the seemingly familiar territory of a party in the 1970s that is being observed by children exiled upstairs while “the grownups put on their party clothes and seemed to forget us.” In her bedroom, the narrator, 10 or 11 at the time, is visited by one of her parents’ friends, and what might have gone horribly wrong doesn’t only because her brother appears at the door. Decades later, her parents divorced, the narrator finds herself inexplicably seeking this man “in beer cellars and dance halls and country-and-western bars.” Two of the stories view a similarly splintered nuclear family from radically different angles. In “Old Growth,” Gwyneth takes a road trip with her ex-husband, Ray, to check out some land he intends to buy, while in “Bear Country,” set a few years earlier but appearing later in the collection, Ray, in the family cabin soon to be sold, spends the summer with his troubled teenage son while a bear lurks nearby. Alward is a master of near disasters: “Bundle of Joy” starts out as a satire about a critical mother going for a visit to meet her infant grandson and complaining about the infant’s short legs and her son-in-law’s beard, which reminds her of “a neglected box hedge.” As grandma Ruth consumes ever more alcohol, the story veers into an account of an accident involving the child and then takes an unexpected turn into sympathy for Ruth. With a coolly dispassionate voice, Alward views the small horrors of domesticity, “the ungodly screech of the Fisher-Price phone as its bulbous eyes rolled back” or the creaking strain on a marriage inflicted by the necessity of removing six layers of wallpaper, and turns them into stories whose implications reverberate far beyond the walls of any home.

Pub Date: Sept. 12, 2023

ISBN: 9781771965620

Page Count: 224

Publisher: Biblioasis

Review Posted Online: June 8, 2023

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2023

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LITERARY FICTION | SHORT STORIES | GENERAL FICTION

“Old Growth”: An interview with Lisa Alward, winner of the 2016 Peter Hinchcliffe Short Fiction Award

by Pamela Mulloy with Lisa Alward

Lisa Alward was the winner of the 2016 Peter Hinchcliffe Short Fiction Award for her story “Old Growth.” This story of an outing to look at real estate, where a wife is asked to give advice on property her ex-husband wishes to purchase in order to fulfill his desire to live off-grid, sparks with energy in the way the characters interact and the complicated feelings they have for each other. “Old Growth” is marked with humour, a simmering drama, and populated with individuals whose thoughts and perspectives are both complex and nuanced.

 —Pamela Mulloy



When did you begin writing? Do you have any writing rituals?

I began writing short fiction in 2012, the same year I turned fifty. The backstory to this is that I had always wanted to write, all through my childhood and into my twenties; what got in the way was mostly lack of confidence. Instead of taking a year off to waitress and write stories, as I’d dreamed about doing at U of T, I opted for the safer route of an MA, moving in 1984 to England (where I suffered through an unhappy love affair and cobbled together a thesis on Virginia Woolf that I wasn’t very proud of) and afterwards hightailing it back to Toronto and taking the first job in book publishing I could find. For about twenty years, I juggled freelance contracts with looking after my three children and did no real creative work, so starting to write again in my fifties was frightening, even mildly embarrassing (what if I was no good?). But thanks to encouragement from my family and friends, as well as two fantastic writers-in-residence at UNB, Sue Sinclair and Jeramy Dodds, I stuck with it this time.

I don’t think of myself as a terribly disciplined writer. I always intend to write when I first get up but usually go at it in fits and starts throughout the day, often when I should be doing something else, like making dinner or marking student essays or having a conversation. Writing has become such an utterly distracting activity that I sometimes wonder if I should try to cut back (the irony in this after all these years is not lost on me). I will work happily almost anywhere, as long as I have my MacBook Air—my favourite spot being a comfy chair in my living room with the Air propped on a lap desk. I try to read at least one story a day that inspires me. I also keep separate notebooks, for people, places, memories, and dreams, and since my best ideas seem to occur to me while out walking or in the Superstore checkout line, a tiny one for all of these.

 

What authors do you like to read? What book or books have had a strong influence on you or your writing?

As a reader, and likely as a writer as well, the books that have influenced me the most are nineteenth- and early-twentieth-century novels and fairytales (especially the tales of Hans Christian Andersen and Oscar Wilde). My taste definitely runs toward realistic fiction, and the stories that stay with me are usually ones that use carefully chosen detail to express emotion in surprising and moving ways. I’m also drawn to stories that summarize masterfully, either through a compelling narrator (two stories that come to mind are George Saunders’ “Mother’s Day” and Zadie Smith’s “Two Men Arrive in a Village”) or a skillful handling of what Joan Silber, in her wonderful book The Art of Time in Fiction, calls “long time”—a complete life distilled into ten or twelve pages (likely the fairytale influence). My favourite contemporary short story writer is probably Britain’s Tessa Hadley. I also admire the work of Alice Munro, Mavis Gallant, and Flannery O’Connor, and have read fabulous stories recently by Junot Diaz, Jhumpa Lahiri, Elizabeth Strout, Tim Parks, Lily Tuck, Diane Cook, Jess Walter, Robert Drewe, Alix Ohlin, Mona Awad, and Nadia Bozak, as well as TNQ contributors Kathy Page and K.D. Miller.

 

What attracts you to the short fiction genre?

On driving trips when I was a child, I always wished I could fly into other people’s houses, that my father would at least slow down enough so that I could peer through their windows. I still remember a woman in a flowered housedress standing on the front stoop of a tiny house in rural Nova Scotia and my longing at seven or eight to get inside her head, or at least her front door. Short stories, for me, fulfill that desire to see into someone else’s world. In a novel, you practically become a houseguest. By the end, you know so much about the characters and how they live that you could make yourself a bowl of cereal or toss in a load of laundry. What makes a short story so exciting is how little time you have, and the writer has, to explore. Instead of a houseguest, you’re more like a trespasser, or a sleepwalker stumbling in. Nadine Gordimer once wrote that short story writers see by the flash of fireflies. There’s an urgency to stories, a sense of time passing all too quickly: every word, every small detail counts, creating this highly charged atmosphere in which you become hyper aware of everything around you and what it might mean. I love that sense of urgency, and what it can reveal.

 

What drew you to write this story?

Three summers ago, I visited Cortes Island, one of the Discovery Islands off the coast of BC, with a close woman friend and a man I’d met years ago at U of T. The man was hoping to buy a piece of land so that he could go off-grid, and the three of us actually did hike through an old-growth forest to an unfinished house-for-sale very much like the one described in my story. He also happened to mention that his ex-wife had offered him some money toward the purchase, which struck me as curious since I knew they’d had a hard marriage. At the time, several of my friends were struggling with the aftermath of divorces. This got me thinking about connection and shared history and whether these things are as easy to sever as we like to think, and from these seeds a title, “Old Growth,” and a situation took root. What if my university friend had gone to see this land not with us but with his ex-wife? What would she have felt and remembered?

Another seed for the story, though this didn’t strike me until after I’d written it, was Alice Munro’s “Cortes Island.” The Munro story, which I read in my thirties and promptly forgot about, only to rediscover shortly before visiting the island, is also a marriage story, though a much darker one than mine, drawing on an older, wilder Cortes—the Cortes of the early homesteaders, of spontaneous forest fires and log cabins reachable only by boat. I didn’t set out to write my own Cortes story, but I can see now that in a sense I did just that.

 

What themes were you interested in exploring in this story?

I don’t tend to think in terms of themes, at least at the beginning. The thing that niggles away at me is almost always an image. For “Old Growth,” that image was three people looking at a sawed-up tree in an old-growth forest, which suggested the title and a metaphor for a certain kind of marriage. Fictional ideas for me, I guess, are intertwined with patterns of imagery. “Old Growth,” for example, is full of trees and things made of wood and similes for growth. Even the characters’ names are sort of woodsy. Ray has what I think of as a light name. He is all present moment, always moving just out of reach, like one of those elusive rays of sunshine that pierce a forest from above. Gwyneth (“Old Gwyneth,” as a friend dubbed her), on the other hand, has a heavier, more complicated, forest-floor kind of name because she’s the one who carries, or seems at least to carry, the burden of marital memory. Figuring out the pattern of imagery is one of my first tasks in developing a new story; indeed, there’s really no story until I know the pattern. But imagery is still just a point of entry, a way to move into the material and explore. What I love about writing fiction is how the material almost always takes you somewhere you weren’t expecting to go.

 

As an emerging writer can you comment on the experience of winning the Peter Hinchcliffe Short Fiction Award?

Winning a literary contest, especially when you’re just starting to send out your work, is incredibly validating. That another writer, or as in the case of The New Quarterly a panel of writers and editors, would choose your story out of two or three or four hundred others makes up for a lot of rejection emails! The Peter Hinchcliffe Short Fiction Award, moreover, is special in that it is actually geared toward emerging writers, while TNQ is one of Canada’s most welcoming and nurturing journals (it reminds me of Glimmer Train in the States, another mostly female-run journal with a very friendly vibe). I can’t say enough good things about this whole experience. Pamela and the other TNQ editors have been enthusiastic and supportive all the way along. Reading from my winning story on the opening night of the Wild Writers Festival (my first public reading) was wonderfully exciting, and that weekend I felt embraced for the first time into a community of writers and readers. (My Wild Writers “author” nametag sits on my office windowsill as a happy reminder.) I’ve also really appreciated TNQ’s efforts to publicize and celebrate “Old Growth” online, through its website and this blog. Again, there’s just this lovely sense of community—that we’re all in this writing thing together.

Interview with Lisa Alward, winner of the 2015 Fiddlehead Short Fiction Prize

Posted on May 13, 2015

Originally from Halifax, Lisa Alward has a master’s degree in English from the University of London and was the Literary Press Group’s first sales manager. She presently lives in Fredericton, where she teaches courses in clear writing and has worked as an editor and freelance writer. She has been writing short fiction for three years. “Cocktail,” her second story to be published, is inspired by the cocktail party world of the sixties and early seventies. She is thrilled that it was chosen for this year’s short fiction prize.

The Spring 2015 issue of The Fiddlehead, No. 263, presents "Cocktail" by Lisa Alward, Winner of our 2015 Short Fiction Prize.  Lisa was kind enough to talk with Reid Lodge, one of our Editorial Assistants, to share some insights:

Reid Lodge: Were there any personal experiences or stories from people you know that you built into this story? Do you use your writing to work through your own personal thoughts, or is fiction more of a way to explore different worlds for you?

Lisa Alward: My parents, like the narrator’s, threw a lot of parties in the 60s. “Cocktail” draws on my impressions of that whole cocktail party scene as well as stories my mother later shared with me. It also has a personal resonance because my mother was dying of cancer as I wrote it. But what most interested me creatively was exploring this parallel past, similar to mine yet very much its own world, with the sleazy party guest who sneaks upstairs and the runaway older brother. Since I’m relatively new to writing fiction, I’m conscious of sticking close to home, to what I know, but I find that taking imaginative leaps, even if sometimes these are more like jumps, really excites me.

RL: The details in this piece are wonderful and build up a very tangible sensory environment for the reader, particularly in the early cocktail party scenes. Do you have any favorite authors or people who you discuss your work with who have impacted your writing style? Have you read anything recently that contained some interesting elements you might like to explore in later projects?

LA: I had been trying for a while to write a cocktail party story, but it was only when I found the list of expenses for my parents’ first party in their new house that I could see a way into it. From that, all the glasses and sparkly toothpicks and packs of invitations fell into place. I am very drawn to detail in fiction, but I like it to be meaningful, to reverberate in some way. I wrote my master’s thesis on Virginia Woolf, so probably this comes from reading To the Lighthouse at an impressionable age. These days, I feel I learn from every story I read, but two that have really inspired me recently are Nadia Bozak’s “Greener Grass” and Kathy Page’s “Red Dog,” both published in The Walrus. I just finished Page’s collection Paradise & Elsewhere and would love someday to explore the same shifting sands between story and tale that she does. I am also very fortunate to have worked with two amazingly generous and sensitive writers-in-residence at UNB, Sue Sinclair and Jeramy Dodds.

RL: The relationship between the main character and the Tom Collins figure begins in a fairly sinister way and his presence evokes a lot of dramatic tension. Where did you get the idea for this character? Did you have anyone in particular in mind when you first imagined him?

LA: Well, an inebriated party guest did once visit me in my bedroom when I was about twelve, but I sent him packing — end of story. Tom is mostly made up. He is meant to be a sinister presence and also a bit elusive, even dreamlike. The narrator, after all, is sleepwalking when she first sees him and his name is very likely not Tom Collins. I think of him as being in a way emblematic of the era. It’s something about the ease with which he oversteps boundaries. At one point, I sent “Cocktail” to a friend who’d also grown up in the 60s and early 70s and she immediately emailed back her own Tom Collins story, which gave me goose bumps.

RL: Sexuality and the power dynamics inherent in sexual relationships are also major themes in this piece. Were there any discourses about sexuality and power that you were specifically hoping to challenge or draw attention to in the story?

LA: I wanted to express some of the confusion latent in the sexual revolution, especially for women. By the late 70s, the idea that sex was natural and fun was creating an expectation for women to be open to casual encounters, and yet many young women were still looking for love. The narrator keeps trying to find her Tom (at least her image of Tom) at the bottom of a glass or in a stranger’s bed, but, of course, he’s never there.

RL: I’m also interested in the way that this story points to the differences between what we tell children about love and marriage and the ways those concepts actually end up functioning when we enter those types of relationships. How do you think the “divorce wave” that emerged in the 60’s and 70’s that is mentioned in the piece affected the ways these narratives affect children and young people?

LA: My sense is that there was much greater separation between the world of children and the world of adults in the 60s. Our parents really did seem to forget about us when they put on their party clothes. And yet things were happening at those parties that would eventually turn our own world upside down. My parents’ generation fascinates me because although they came of age in the late 50s and were settled with careers (the men, at least) and children way before the Summer of Love, they were also very influenced by the counterculture. They may not have been doing drugs and growing out their hair, but they were still experimenting with limits and also drinking a lot of hard liquor. Yet when the “wave” of divorces struck, it took my generation, I think, mostly by surprise because we’d been so sheltered from all that.

RL: Did you do any research while writing this piece about the time period or other elements of the narrative? Did anything in particular come up that surprised you?

LA: I did do some research into the history of cocktail parties, but the most interesting and surprising texture came from my mother’s stories. Some of these actually shocked me, I suppose because I’m still carrying around that conservative 60s child who wants to believe the adults have it all under control. I also spent a ridiculous amount of time looking at vintage cocktail dresses on Google Images.