I could see Willie coming along the road from his place, walking fast like he always did.
"The Conversion of Willie Heaps"
It was a face that was familiar to him not only from his possession of it, but because it was also the face of most of his friends. What was it the speaker at the service club luncheon had called it? "The physiognomy of success."
"The Yellow Sweater"
He tried to recapture his feelings of the morning, but when he looked at himself in the mirror all he saw was the staring face of a fat, frightened old man.
"The Yellow Sweater"
Hugh Garner's Best Stories
The heart of a storyteller
I can't think of any Hugh Garner stories I like better than the twenty-four in this collection. So I guess these are his best. They're pretty good. In fact, it is difficult to think of anyone's stories I like better than these.
If you grew up in Canada since the 1960s, you probably already know some of these stories—you've studied "The Conversion of Willie Heaps" or "One-Two-Three Little Indians" in school. These are stories that not only show with gritty realism the heart-breaking lives of their characters, but also carry clear moral messages such as anti-racism.
But although Garner is a feisty, iconoclastic writer for his time, he's at heart a storyteller with a profound interest in people. His moral purpose is just to show you others' lives, others' experiences, to make of them what you will.
Some of the tales you did not read in school, like "The Magnet" and "The Yellow Sweater", concern sexual tensions. "The Magnet" hardly mentions sex, yet the relation between the farm widow and the hired man in the story is thick with desire, jealousy and foolish pride. For me, it's the understated masterpiece of the collection.
The most famous Garner story, which seems to have been anthologized the most, is "The Yellow Sweater" though. It's a story of sexual chauvinism, a topic as relevant today as when it was first published in 1951. The story of a travelling businessman who picks up a female hitchhiker and comes on to her, is particularly interesting for being told from the perspective of the man, as we watch his self-righteousness gradually turn to guilt.
The story is very well put together for surprising emotional impact. But there is something about it that has not aged well. Perhaps it is put together too deliberately. Perhaps the attitudes—of both characters—are too dated. But the story is still worth reading to see the mechanics of a story writer in his prime at work.
A few stories in this "best of" collection do not deal with characters but appear to be minor bits of memoir or journalism, like "How I Became an Englishman" (a great title at least), and are too slight to be of interest and probably should not have been included.
But then there's "E Equals MC Squared" that at first seems to have been written just to justify such an impossibly dry title—and then turns into a moving piece of work.
For the most part these are classic stories, told with deceptive simplicity. The very best of them I would hold up against the best that any county has to offer from the mid-twentieth century.
— Eric McMillan