The Diviners, first edition
First edition

The Diviners

Novel, 1974
approx. 182,000 words
Notable lines
First line

The river flowed both ways.

Great lines

"By their garbage shall ye know them," Christie yells like a preacher, a clowny preacher. "I swear, by the ridge of tears and by the valour of my ancestors, I say unto you, Morag Gunn, lass, that by their bloody goddamn fucking garbage shall ye christly well know them. The ones who eat only out of tins. The ones who have to wrap the rye bottles in old newspapers to try to hide the fact that there are so goddamn many of them. The ones who have fourteen thousand pills bottles the week, now. The ones who will be chucking out the family albums the moment the grandmother goes to her ancestors. The ones who're afraid to flush the safes down the john, them with flush johns, in case it plugs the plumbing and Melrose Maclaren has to come and get it unstuck and might see, as if Mel would give the hundredth part of a damn. I tell you, girl, they're close as clams and twice as brainless. I see what they throw out, and I don't care a shit, but they think I do, so that's why they cannot look at me...."

Last line

Morag returned to the house, to write the remaining private and fictional words, and to set down her title.

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Only in Canada? Pity

Write what you know, they tell beginning writers. And even veteran, successful authors tend to stick to this guideline. Which is why we get so many novels about people trying to write novels.

And which is one of the reasons why so many people are turned off serious modern writing. Too self-indulgently intellectual and irrelevant to most people's lives.

Granted there are some very good and popular novels featuring writers. Works by several great authors come to mind. The thing is though, while these may feature writers, they are not about the writers trying to write. Rather, writing just happens to be the profession of the characters who are engaged in more important issues of life.

This is happily the case with The Diviners. The protagonist Morag Gunn is obviously based on Margaret Laurence herself, being raised in a small Manitoba town, working on a local newspaper, marrying a professional man, separating, becoming a novelist, living for stretches in Vancouver and Britain.

Many differences too however. In the final analysis it's a work of imagination, as Morag deals with her scarring childhood, the men in her life, a footloose daughter, and her quest to discover where she belongs.

Now here's where it gets dicey. Parts of the novel just seem too made-up. You can see the secondary characters being introduced, given their requisite quirks and moved around to fulfil their roles in the narrative. You can see the thinking that went into the dialogue that each character is provided.

Not always though. The greatest character is Morag's adopted father Christie, the town's garbage man, or Scavenger as he's called, seen mainly in flashbacks to her youth. A brown-toothed, uneducated, impoverished embarrassment to the young Morag in public but a loving, beloved storyteller to her in private, he's the life of the novel whether he's present or not.

Also, the once-love of Morag's life, a ne'er-do-well Métis country singer named Jules "Skinner" Tonnerre is a natural character we want to see more of.

But too many other people, especially those in Morag's present life are ciphers. Her daughter and daughters' companions are stereotypical hippies of the time. Her professor husband, her own friends and neighbours and assorted landladies all seem to perform their narrative functions and then shuffle offstage.

This is not necessarily a fatal flaw. You can often see the story-telling contrivances at play in works by great writers from Homer and Shakespeare to Dickens and Irving. But in those works you are soon transported into that contrived world and no longer care how you got there. In The Diviners however we are not enraptured enough by Morag's existential crisis, whatever it is, to take our eyes off the mechanics of the whole production.

Now, if you had asked me some years ago about The Diviners, I would have offered a far different assessment. I might have rhapsodized about how much I loved Margaret Laurence's work. I night have gone on about her honestly drawn characters and her understated writing style with its emotional undertow. I might have derided a certain Canadian critic who recently put down Laurence's revered work as not being world-class.

But I've re-read The Diviners. In the time between readings, I've been exposed to many of the best works of world literature. And with my better-trained eyes I see The Diviners is not in that class of good. There's a certain flatness to it, a refusal to go for the big, difficult questions. It prefers to settle for the easier, more comforting conclusions about how story and mythology determine our place in the world. (A lot of CanLit does this, come to think of it. Why is that?)

We want the last major work of the beloved Margaret Laurence to be a masterpiece and it is good. But not the great universal work of world-lit we'd hoped for.

A Canadian classic perhaps. We'll have to settle for that.

— Eric



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Morley Callaghan

Morley Callaghan's Stories

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