Stan Dragland, The Bricoleur & His Sentences (St. Johnâ€™s: Pedlar, 2014). Paperbound, 190 pp., $22.
The conclusion of Stan Draglandâ€™s The Bricoleur & His Sentences is a chapter calledÂ â€œHow to Use This Book.â€ If youâ€™re the sort of reader who flattens the frontispiece, starts at sentence one, and proceeds systematically to sentence number ten thousand and seventy three (The End.), then the placement of this guideline may leave you perplexed or even annoyed. But if youâ€™re the type of reader who perambulates, who enters a book through a side door, exits through a window, and sneaks back through a skylight at three a.m., who stumbles your way to this section or that before breakfast and then again after supper, who finds yourself reading the same sentence again and again and noticing something different every time; if youâ€™re the sort of reader who savours the sounds of sentences, who relishes the shapes they make, their tropes, their schemes, their formsâ€”in short, if youâ€™re a reader like meâ€”then Draglandâ€™s handy blueprint will present itself precisely when you need it most. How to use this book? Any which way you choose, he says. . .
The subject here is the bricoleur himself, and what goes into the making of such a man. The cover typography hints at the textâ€™s parallel structure: â€œthe bricoleurâ€ and â€œhis sentencesâ€ divided precisely midline by an inverted ampersand, just as the book divides between commentary and the sentences themselves. Yet the division is suspect, for the bricoleur is everywhere within his sentences, as he well knows. Mistrustful of the insistent â€œI,â€ in this idiosyncratic volume, Dragland nevertheless assembles an intellectual autobiography. His teachers are poets, including Margaret Avison, Roo Borson, Phil Hall, Jay Macpherson, Don McKay, Mary Oliver, Michael Ondaatje, Colleen Thibaudeau. Other teachers are scholars, such as Edward P.nJ. Corbett (author of an influential text on rhetoric) and Northrop Frye (who needs no introduction). Those great systematizers of language on its micro and macro levels might seem, at first glance, peculiar mentors for a man of Draglandâ€™s temperament and aesthetic inclinations. But in fact, the magpie mind discovers treasures in every field. Besides, there is another side to his character.
Bricoleur. Bricklayer. The play on words is intentional. After all, the author is arguably CanLitâ€™s hardest-working mason, having founded both an important literary press and a magazine called Brick. Whatâ€™s more, in addition to penning ten books of his own, for almost thirty years, Stan Dragland thrived (or at least survived) in academia. â€œMaverickâ€ scholar or not, you canâ€™t do that kind of work without some periods of dogged application. Bricoleurâ€”the collagist, lover of fragments and random accidents. Bricklayerâ€”the methodical builder. Are these, in fact, so antithetical?
That is just one of the questions this fascinating assemblage raised for me. Do these sentences tell a story or state an argument? If they do, it is an oblique one. No matter. Thereâ€™s something magical in the age-old classification of tropes and schemes, something magical in the way these sentences jostle up against each other. Thereâ€™s fun in finding Christopher Smart in bed with Gertrude Stein; Warren Zevon wedged between Margaret Avison and Seamus Heaney; Ken Babstock on the same park bench as E. B. White. â€œItâ€™s a lonely activity, writing. Even the most successful of us, doing what we feel called to do, may feel like orphans unless we chance to happen upon our spiritual family.â€ How to read a person? the book begins. Chart what he accumulates, say Ondaatje, Oliver, McKay. Reading this bricoleurâ€™s accumulation of sentences, I felt companioned. Iâ€™d wander with him anywhere in the fields of language. Erudite, yet earthy. Confidential, yet not confessional. Part commonplace book, part essay, part memoir, part literary appreciation, The Bricoleur & His Sentences is as playful, perceptive, and profound as the spirit that animates it.
See the full reviewÂ in The Malahat Review, 190, Spring 2015, 105-106