The Seeds of a Brilliant Writer: A Review of Shani Mootoo’s Short Story Collection Out on Main Street

out on main street

Beautiful cover, right?

Shani Mootoo is one of my favourite writers, but despite having devoured almost all of her fiction, until recently I had yet to read her very first book, a collection of short stories called Out on Main Street that was published way back in 1993 (I was only 8 years old!).  It’s one of the books that I’ve had a copy of for a while, but had never gotten around to reading.

So, Out on Main Street is definitely an uneven collection: it feels like someone’s first book, for better or for worse.  It’s not bad by any means, but it’s not amazing either.  For anyone who’s new to her work, I would suggest starting with another one of her books, the amazing Cereus Blooms at Night—her first novel—or her most recent, Moving Forward Sideways Like a Crab.  Both showcase Mootoo’s talent much better than this book, where you can only see seeds of what makes Mootoo presently a really fantastic writer.  Mootoo is definitely testing the waters and getting her sea legs, as you might say, in this book of short stories.  A few of the pieces fell kind of flat for me: they didn’t feel fully formed, or felt like they were missing something.

That doesn’t mean, however, that there weren’t some standout stories in Out on Main Street.  In particular, the title story is great.  Written in an Indo-Trinidadian dialect, as if right out of the mouth of the narrator, “Out on Main Street” of course refers to “out” in more than one way.  It packs a lot into a small space, investigating the cross-overs of privilege and oppression and intersectionality way before that term was current.  Our precocious protagonist is a butch Indo-Trinidadian woman out in Vancouver’s little India with her femme girlfriend.  Alliances and enemies are made and remade inside an Indian sweet shop, the women quickly turning from outsiders to allies to outsiders again.

As Trinidadians, the women don’t fit into the mold of real Indians:

Another reason we shy to frequent dere is dat we is watered-down Indians—we ain’t good grade A Indians.  We skin brown, is true, but we doh even think ‘bout India unless something happen over dere and it come on de news.

Also, they’re a queer couple who stand out in the heteronormative environment.  But they momentarily bond with the women in the sweet shop over sexism, and with everyone when a couple of racist white guys come in and greet everyone with a butchered version of a Muslim greeting–“Alarm o salay koom”–despite the fact that they’re in a Hindu-owned store.

The story also investigates some really interesting gender dynamics in the women’s butch-femme relationship, especially about how to embody female masculinity without evoking misogyny:

I tell she I don’t know why she don’t cut off all dat long hair, and stop wearing lipstick and eyeliner.  Well, who tell me to say dat!  She get real vex and say dat nobody will tell she how to dress and how not to dress, not me and not any man.

There’s an invitation at the end, just like the narrator finished telling you the story at the kitchen table: “So tell me, what yuh think ‘bout dis nah, girl?”

Shani Mootoo

Shani Mootoo

“Nocturnals” is also stylistically a very interesting story, moving back and forth in time and from dream to reality.  Like “Out on Main Street,” this story also follows an Indo-Trinidadian immigrant to Canada, and the pain of being separated from family. The main character begins the story by telling us: “I cannot get to sleep at night without being plagued by the thought of my mother growing older in another country.”

“Sushila’s Bhakti” features an artist trying to sort out these issues of belonging.  She tells us:

For ten years she had been floating rootlessly in the Canadian landscape, not properly Trinidadian (she could not sing one calypso, or shake her hips with abandon when one was sung—the diligence of being a goodBrahmingirl), not Indian except in skin colour (now, curries and too many spices gave her frightful cramps, and the runs, and in her family a sari had always been a costume), certainly not White and hardly Canadian either.  Except in the sense that Canada was a country full of rootless and floating people.

The story is a fascinating meditation on the condition of so many Canadians, recent and not so recent immigrants.

If you’ve read some of Mootoo’s other work, and are thirsty for more, or if you’d just like to see where this now prolific writer started, I recommend checking this book out!

About CaseytheCanadianLesbrarian

Known in some internet circles as Casey the Canadian Lesbrarian, Casey Stepaniuk is a writer and librarian who holds an MA in English literature. She lives and works in the unceded territory of the Snuneymuxw First Nation (Nanaimo, 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. 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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