One could not imagine a more apt title for Ian Colford’s amazing work of fiction than Evidence.
Firstly, the book, a collection of linked short stories, is evidence that Colford is a graceful and sophisticated creator of fiction.
Secondly, the stories cause us to gather evidence to assemble the reality of the life of the narrator, Kostandin Bitri.
"Everything the writer sets down on the page is evidence. It adds
up and you make of it what you can and you draw conclusions. I knew
that the book I’d written had gaps, that the evidence was incomplete
but that only added to the appeal of using that word as a title because
people often base conclusions on incomplete information, and yet hold
fast to them. I wanted to write a book that had ambiguity at its core,
that tempted the reader to make judgments and then forced the reader to
question those judgments. Perhaps the evidence is faulty. Who can say
for sure?" Colford said during an email interview.
For transparency’s sake, it should be mentioned, I am thanked in the
book for championing Colford’s writing. For years (along with many
others) I have read Colford’s unpublished work, including novels, and
wondered why he did not have a book published (though his short fiction
has been published in many journals) and lauded, as he so justly
deserves.
So the success of Evidence, Colford’s first book, has placed the
author where he should be — on award shortlists and on Globe and Mail
journalist Jim Bartley’s Top 5 First Fiction Books of 2008 list.
Evidence has racked up the following awards and nominations:
• the 2009 Margaret and John Savage First Book Award;
• silver medal for the Independent Publisher Book Award;
• shortlisted for the Danuta Gleed Award;
• shortlisted for the Thomas Head Raddall Atlantic Fiction Award
Colford
has a day job in which he is surrounded by words before he heads home
to craft his own. He is assistant university librarian for collections
development at Dalhousie’s Killam Library.
While Colford
can be relied upon to dazzle with his prose, Kostandin Bitri is an
unreliable narrator, a shapeshifter, an enigma. Essentially he is both
a witness to and a victim of much of what is happening in the world —
poverty, displacement and persecution.
Bitri’s life is revealed in linked, but not chronological, stories. In the email interview, Colford
discussed the process of structuring the book. "The stories came to me
in episodes . . . and I wrote them as they came. During the writing
there was never any question of linking them together in a linear
fashion, or of imposing a novelistic structure upon them . . . this is
probably because the stories didn’t come to me in a linear or
chronological sequence.
"Later, I was able to step back and speculate about doing this or
that to make it into a novel but decided against it because the
episodes seemed to already possess an intrinsic unity."
And he admits that trying to fashion the stories into a novel would
"mould them into something they clearly were not." This is evidence
that story can dictate form in the intuitively creative process of
writing.
In the first story, Bitri is a teacher at a small college in an
unnamed remote location. Late one night he is walking on the campus
when he is drawn toward voices in which he hears tones that are
"furtive and conniving."
Bitri sees a group of students surrounding a man "on his knees . . .
stripped to the waist . . . his arms tied behind his back." He
recognizes the ringleader and the victim, a fellow teacher named Miller.
Much of Bitri’s character and morality is revealed in this story,
all of which must be discovered by reading the story not a review. What
can be revealed is that the ambiguity of setting, the acuteness (if not
accuracy) of Bitri as witness, and the subtly and technical virtuosity
of Colford as a writer are all common elements through the stories.
The reader’s experience of discovery about the character Bitri mirrors that of the author’s own understanding of his creation.
"I learned about Kostandin as I wrote. He revealed himself slowly.
It was very much a process of him emerging from the shadows. Sometimes
I was horrified by what I learned. But I’d already decided I wasn’t
going to back away from the dark side of his nature. I wanted a flawed
and complex character because that’s what I would want as a reader. . .
. I didn’t need to like him. But I needed to find his story interesting
enough to want to unravel it. Again, this is probably why the
revelations about his background came gradually. I was figuring him out
as I went, and I imagined what kind of life experience would produce
this sort of person."
What kind of life Bitri had is a question that compels the reader
through the stories searching for clues as to his background, his
family, even simply his country of origin. Contradictory information
must be sifted and weighed, and finally, accepted or not.
Bitri is a waiter, a teacher, an archivist, a hotel employee, a
research assistant; all manner of employment in whatever circumstances
he finds himself. The stories unfold with the specifics of politics and
history left subtly vague yet pertinent.
"I was conscious of the politics that gave rise to Kostandin’s situation. But I didn’t want to burden the story with politics," Colford says.
Bitri crosses paths with many other similarly wandering characters
in the stories and his complex reactions to the situations in which he
finds himself and in relation to other people, are mined by Colford for all the intensity and moral conflict possible.
Mary Jo Anderson is a freelance writer who lives in Banff.