An Ideal Read for a Thoughtful Night at a Coffeehouse: A Review of Gail Scott’s Main Brides

Montreal writer Gail Scott’s 1993 book Main Brides is less a novel than a series of snapshots, taken with the camera of the main character Lydia’s eyes.  It’s a book where mood and atmosphere are more important than plot or narrative, which is a bit of a reorientation for readers used to reading to ‘find out what happens next.’  Instead, what you wonder while reading Main Brides is what Lydia will imagine next; it’s a different kind of journey, but a very interesting one.  When the book opens, Lydia is sitting in a café-bar on St. Laurent in Montreal—also known as the Main, which the title refers to—observing the women who come and go.  These “women travellers, like sleepwalkers, move unerringly” and are “always packing up, and going here and there”; they are contemporary women in all their diversity, who “exert[…] great control on their existence.”  Lydia imagines these women’s life stories and herstories while watching them, gathering what she can from their appearances and interactions.  Like Annie in Daphne Marlatt’s Ana Historic (see my review here), Lydia imagines and creates the realities of these women, wishing for a “history where anyone can enter”—a kind of her/istory that merges with fiction.

The narrative of Main Brides, in fact, actually often moves away from Lydia entirely and enters the reality of the watched women.  One of these women is a lesbian who has recently returned home from a vacation to Cuba with her sister, where they unsuccessfully attempted to move past—or perhaps run from and forget—the sexual assault her sister recently faced in their shared apartment.  Lydia also watches a lesbian couple, one a cowgirl from Alberta and the other a Montrealer who is attracted to the cowgirl’s difference yet embarrassed to introduce her to her snobbish Francophone lesbian-feminist friends.  The Montrealer is especially embarrassed because, despite her efforts to assimilate into her intellectual queer feminist circle, her cowgirl girlfriend can hear a twist of Albertan in her voice: a reminder that the Montrealer’s mother is actually from Edmonton.  Here and in other places Scott slyly interrogates Montreal’s language and cultural politics, like her younger queer contemporary Zoe Whittall (see my review of Whittall’s debut novel here).  Lydia herself also reads as queer: describing Z., a performance artist from Ottawa, her infatuation with this theatrical, “emaciated drag queen” of a woman is clear.

After we read these fascinating, surreal stories—fragments, really, of these women’s lives—the narrative constantly returns to Lydia, who sits waiting in the bar, drinking coffee and then, as the day progresses, wine.  What exactly she is waiting for is uncertain.  Is there something in these women’s lives that she needs to discover before she can go home?  We also begin to feel uncertain about the veracity of Lydia’s stories: are they accurate?  Do we believe her accounts of these women’s lives to be true, or not?  Are any of these women’s lives really how Lydia describes, or is Lydia just imagining them that way?  Does she have any reason to imagine their lives as one way or another?  Scott leaves these questions unanswered; or, perhaps, they are not useful as questions.  If we are working with a sense that “anyone can enter,” and therefore change, history, then we have to let go of the safety of fixed identities and narratives.  If you were able to let go of these safeties in Ana Historic, you’ll enjoy doing the same with Main Brides.

Lydia enters, explores, and creates the stories of the women she encounters, presenting the readers with a “smooth and gently moving” history, one that is nuanced, broad, and accessible, rather than mean and categorical.  It is this kind of attitude towards storytelling that is open to those identities and stories that have been often neglected—like those of lesbian and queer women, but also women more broadly.  Lydia’s imagined realities for these women are no less real than their own (imagined) realities, or Lydia’s perception of her own life.  If you are in a kind of melancholy, philosophical, or meditative mood, and feel like exploding open your own sense of self, I’d recommend sitting down in a bar or café—preferably a dark and dingy place like the one Lydia has chosen—with a glass of wine or a mug of coffee and immersing yourself in the lives of the brides—queer and non-queer alike—of the Main.

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About CaseytheCanadianLesbrarian

Known in some internet circles as Casey the Canadian Lesbrarian, Casey Stepaniuk is a writer and future librarian who holds an MA in English literature and is currently studying for an MLIS in the unceded territory of the Musqueam, Squamish and Tsleil-Waututh First Nations (Vancouver, BC). Topics and activities dear to her heart include cats, bisexuality, libraries, queer (Canadian) literature, running, and drinking tea. She runs the website Casey the Canadian Lesbrarian, where you can find reviews of LGBTQ2IA+ Canadian books, archives of the book advice column Ask Your Friendly Neighbourhood Lesbrarian, and some other queer, bookish stuff. She also writes for Autostraddle, Book Riot and Inside Vancouver. Find her on Twitter: @canlesbrarian. Some of her old reviews, especially the non-Canadian variety, can be found at the Lesbrary.
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