The best thing about helping with the Edge Hill Prize was discovering brilliant writers, many of whom were published by small, independent publishers with little or no budget for publicity. One of my favourite longlisted collections was Jo Cannon's 'Insignificant Gestures.' I reviewed it in 2011 here, but I recently reread the collection and have written a longer review:
Jo Cannon is a GP in an inner city practice and her medical
expertise is brought to bear in many of the stories in this entertaining and
readable collection. Her writing is moving but decidedly unsentimental. The
collection begins quietly with the title story 'Insignificant Gestures.' The
doctor narrator has returned from Malawi and retrained as a psychiatrist so
that he will never have to 'smell blood again, or the sweet nail varnish odour
of starvation.' His experiences in Malawi have left him dependent on medication
that makes his fingers tremble, but he confesses that he would 'take anything
not to wake a three in the morning with my thoughts crawling round and round
like caterpillars along the rim of a glass, endlessly circling the same
regrets.' Some of those regrets are explored as the doctor remembers a fatal
misdiagnosis which left him unable to sleep and feeling 'all edge and scalded
surface.' In the closing scene the doctor's memories tumble out, 'like opening
an overhead locker.' As he talks about Malawi to a nurse he watches her chewing
on her thumb and notes, 'Beginnings start like this, with insignificant gestures.'
It's a carefully observed, restrained story that explores degrees of helplessness
and sets the tone for the rest of the collection: watch out for the details in
these stories, observe the minutiae, the seemingly insignificant gestures, this
opening story seems to say.
Medics appear in many of the stories. A doctor’s tact and
kindness lead to a moment of acceptance in the sad and funny ‘New Look.’ In ‘Rictus’
a bereaved woman is assailed by memories of medical interactions after her dog
dies, while a nurse’s recommendation of speed dating in ‘The Alphabet Diet’ allows
Mick to finally acknowledge, ‘how hard it is to tell the truth, to open drawers
and show the broken things inside.’
One measure of a successful collection is the memorability of the stories; how many of them stick with the reader and niggle long after the book's pages are closed? 'Insignificant Gestures' is packed with stories that resonate. ‘Fairy Story’ examines a mother’s feelings of culpability when
her daughter is hospitalised for anorexia, but it’s not a story without hope. ‘There’s
always a way back,’ she tells her daughter. ‘The good and courageous will
prevail. And if you are lost, sooner or later someone you love will come and
find you.’ 'Daddy's Girl', a story in which a young man boards the tube
carrying a rucksack, is an intricate exploration of secret thoughts and
isolation. Jo Cannon achieves a lot in very few words and the story ends with a revelation of what is to come: ‘A little girl won’t go to school. Police
cars and TV crews will come in the night. Her friend’s fear will be the first
crack. Aftershocks from the explosion will injure all the days of her life.’ In 'Mercy is Sick Today' a girl embraces her prodigal sister:
'Flicking at flies, shooing curious children, I guard her. At midday I light
the fire for nsima. Not everyone in the village will eat today.'
Other particularly memorable stories include the sinister 'Shutters' in which the narrator says to his
wife, 'Now you're ill it's better. There's only me.' 'A Good Match' is an intricate examination of cultural differences in an arranged marriage, while Dr Campbell is visited by a ghost from her past in 'The Spaces Between' and in 'Staying Power' a woman takes a stand: 'I tear him out like wrapping paper: pinch the edges and pull. So easy I could have done it any time.'
Zoe King maintains that to read Jo Cannon is to 'enter the world of the displaced, the dispossessed, and to emerge with a new understanding,' and Vanessa Gebbie writes that 'Insignificant Gestures' is full of stories that 'sing long after the reader has put down the work.' I felt sad when I reached the end of this collection because I wanted to keep reading. If Jo Cannon produces another collection it will go straight on my wishlist.
