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The Antigonish Review
Winter 2009
Issue 160

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The Antigonish Review
Issue 121

Mary Bames

Pontypool Changes Everything by Tony Burgess. Toronto: ECW Press, 1998. softcover, 276 pp., $17.95.

Caesarea by Tony Burgess. Toronto: ECW Press, 1999. softcover, 246 pp., $17.95

Tony Burgess' career has taken an extraordinary turn with the publication of his novel, Pontypool Changes Everything. His first collection of short fiction, The Hellmouths of Bewdley, was published in 1997, and a new novel Caesarea, was released in the spring of 1999. A resident of Wasaga Beach, Burgess has finished a screenplay of his novel Pontypool Changes Everything, this work soon to be adapted for the screen by Bruce McDonald and his film company, Shadow Shows. Presently, Burgess is at work on a fourth book, a collection of short fiction.

On the surface, Pontypool Changes Everything seems to be a horror novel but Burgess' writing eschews such a label as the author writes a fascinating and dark tale of civilization Rone awry, where violence erupts and deaths occur until bodies pile up like a strange holocaust. It is a frightening novel, told from a third-person point of view, in which Burgess draws his readers from their hiding place in the closet asking them to step inside the uncharted mind guided by the author's nightmarish imagination. Burgess, a relentless explorer, uses his past as an artist to jolt his audience from their complacency by painting wild and intense images across the pages of his book.

This complex novel, lingering in readers' minds long after the book is set aside, is not a fairytale with a happy ending, and there are no heroes or heroines. If there is a villain, it is a virus which runs amok throughout Ontario. Burgess'work involves a motley group of people living in a society where humans have lost their ability to speak to each other. In Pontypool, Ontario, a virus erupts invading the brain, the mouth, the throat of its victims, these places left vulnerable because people have sought artificial means of communication. The virus knows when to attack, which words and phrases are susceptible, and soon the wretches turn into zombies, resorting to cannibalism.

Burgess leads his readers into a delusional, wintry landscape where language deteriorates, where loss of memory occurs, where there is a loss of knowledge of how words are stored, and how they are retrieved. People begin to devour one another; it is a country where children become monsters and murder each other. Although his work presents a disturbing vista, the author splashes sudden strokes of lyricism on his canvas with his description,of Detective Peterson; "He has a penalty box chin and eyes that recede way up into the cheap seats, the greys..." or in another instance, "a dragon of wire coat hangers".

Readers seldom get close to the characters in the novel; they only walk so far when they fall victim to the virus. One of these characters is Les Reardon, a garbage truck driver and part-time drama coach, who carries in his vehicle, a tattered copy of Ovid's Metamorphoses. This work is one full of a disillusioned and unstable society in which people and objects are transformed into other forms. Io, in Ovid's book, is a goddess who has been transformed into a cow thus alienating her from her loved ones. Burgess, by using a virus to change humans into monsters, separates his characters from the community of humanity. He employs this book as a motif to expand his narrative. His intention is to evoke an uneasiness to remind his audience the universe he has created is an altered state where safety does not exist, where home is illusory. His novel houses the theme of alienation within the mind, how humans become strangers unto themselves, how the lines of reality and delusion blur and cross boundaries into a country where confusion reigns. Readers become aware of this element when the author uses the third-person point of view to intrude on his own novel and ask; "What is an autobiography? What can fairly be said to lie within its bounds, share in its purpose? Is there someone hidden in Les Reardon?" It leaves readers walking on the edge wondering where they are and yet, this world is one designed by the hands of man. In his depiction of events and people, Burgess has remained truthful.

Some critics suggest that this novel is a parody of society - but, is it? A society where people use every mechanical device invented, fails to implement the most precious one, that of speech. People have forgotten how to communicate with one another, to say something meaningful. The words spoken are empty, gibberish. Parody? One wonders if the madness has begun for modem language is abrupt, violent and war-like. One also wonders if Burgess' rendition of a cannibalistic society also includes the cannibalism of language.

This breakdown in communication, the incapacity of humans to speak in a meaningful way, reveals itself in Burgess'latest book, Caesarea, where the local poet, Kyle Finn, begins to speak drivel; Eye/(DO)n't C(ARE) anyMORE. /Eye/ w-(as all) ways WRONG. /Eye j(US)t w(ant) to D(eye)." As Kyle loses his language, he fails in the art of writing. His life becomes chaotic and later, he commits suicide, his death signifying a sad reflection on the society in which he lived, for when the poet dies, there is no one left to tell the world about art. Burgess' universe is out of balance where alienation overpowers assimilation. The reader finds no resuscitation as the author fashions his tale at a frenetic pace, as grim, self-appointed shadows march across his black canvas.

Is there an end to this madness? In a vignette towards the end of Pontypool, the character, Greg/HP, stands in a hayfield and experiences an epiphany; "As long as I can see the moment everything changes." The moment is infinitesimal but it is enough. The feeling is infectious, but unlike the virus which afflicts the characters in the novel, this spirit generates a passion, an understanding of what writer and reader desire - a mystical union of enthusiasm for the word to touch the far shore of language.

However, readers expecting a denouement to Burgess' surreal world will be disappointed. Just as the character, HP, comes to a safe place and readers begin to relax, Burgess startles his audience with the question; "Now what?"

Burgess' latest novel, Caesarea, is a story that appears flat, his characters, two-dimensional, his tale splintering off in several directions, hellbent for nowhere, careening around images of gratuitous violence. The mayor, Robert Forbes, a male Stepford-type, outwardly perfect, who must solve the town's sewer problem, and the town treasurer, Marion, who sleeps in her car, are but two of Burgess' odd creations. No one in the town can go home for, the author writes, the people ofcaesarea are already there, only smaller.

Further exploration of this theme reveals that going home results in a sterility of character or a madness for which there is no restorative. In Caesarea, returning home leads to a merging of two parts of the same person, the sterile with the adulterated, causing havoc within the community. Trolls appear to be at work in Burgess' outlandish landscape, carrying off his inventions and replacing them with their own evil counterparts but this is not so. Whereas, the characters in Pontypool Changes Everything are victims of a virus and invoke empathy, in Caesarea, Burgess' characters have become monstrous metaphors of degradation destroying everything in their path. Humans are the viruses of modern society, rabid and rampant. So it is then, that the Mayor and his counterparts, officials of a general public, use guns, weapons which render communication non-existent, and wreak chaos and confusion upon a small Ontario town.

The public may shrug off Burgess' writings as ludicrous or condemn his images as tasteless to the point of nausea; but, Burgess' horrible narrative is deliberate and should bear a reading. By envisioning this alienated hinterland, the writer has given voice to the shadowy world of the mind.

 

 

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