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Death by Margaret Atwoord
Death by Margaret Atwoord
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Death by Landscape (1990)
– by Margaret Atwood (1939 -
Now that the boys are grown up and rough, bright, sparsely wooded cliffs; energetic leaders, who were called
Rob is dead, Lois has moved to a con- of a vivid river shore with a tangle of Cappie or Skip or Scottie. At these
dominium apartment in one of bush and two beached canoes, one camps you learned to swim well and
Toronto's newer waterfront develop- red, one gray; of a yellow autumn sail, and paddle a canoe, and perhaps
ments. She is relieved not to have to woods with the ice-blue gleam of a ride a horse or play tennis. When you
worry about the lawn, or about the ivy pond half-seen through the interlaced weren't doing these things you could
pushing its muscular little suckers into branches. do Arts and Crafts, and turn out dingy,
the brickwork, or the squirrels gnaw- lumpish clay ashtrays for your mother
ing their way into the attic and eating It was Lois who'd chosen them. Rob – mothers smoked more then – or
the insulation off the wiring, or about had no interest in art, although he bracelets made of colored braided
strange noises. This building has a se- could see the necessity of having string.
curity system, and the only plant life something on the walls. He left all the
is in pots in the solarium. decorating decisions to her, while Cheerfulness was required at all
providing the money, of course. Be- times, even at breakfast. Loud shout-
Lois is glad she's been able to find an cause of this collection of hers, Lois's ing and the banging of spoons on the
apartment big enough for her pic- friends – especially the men – have tables were allowed, and even en-
tures. They are more crowded to- given her the reputation of having a couraged, at ritual intervals. Chocolate
gether than they were in the house, good nose for art investments. bars were rationed, to control tooth
but this arrangement gives the walls a decay and pimples. At night, after
European look: blocks of pictures, But this is not why she bought the supper, in the dining hall or outside
above and beside one another, rather pictures, way back then. She bought around a mosquito-infested campfire
than one over the chesterfield, one them because she wanted them. She ring for special treats, there were
over the fireplace, one in the front wanted something that was in them sing-songs.
hall, in the old acceptable manner of although she could not have said at
sprinkling art around so it does not the time what it was. It was not Lois can still remember all the words
get too intrusive. This way has more peace: She does not find them peace- to "My Darling Clementine," and to
of an impact. You know it's not sup- ful in the least. Looking at them fills "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean,"
posed to be furniture. her with a wordless unease. Despite with acting-out gestures: a rippling of
the fact that there are no people in the hands for "ocean," two hands to-
None of the pictures is very large, them or even animals, it's as if there gether under the cheeks for "lies."
which doesn't mean they aren't valu- is something, or T someone, looking She will never be able to forget them,
able. They are paintings, or sketches back out. which is a sad thought.
and drawings, by artists who were not
nearly as well known when Lois began Lois thinks she can recognize women
to buy them as they are now. Their who went to these camps and were
WHEN she was fourteen, Lois went on good at it. They have a hardness to
work later turned up on stamps, or as a canoe trip. She'd only been on
silk-screen reproductions hung in the their handshakes, even now; a way of
overnights before. standing, legs planted firmly and
principals' offices of high schools, or
as jigsaw puzzles, or on beautifully This was to be a long one, into the farther apart than usual; a way of siz-
printed calendars sent out by corpora- trackless wilderness, as Cappie put it. ing you up, to see if you'd be any
tions as Christmas gifts to their less It was Lois's first canoe trip, and her good in a canoe – the front, not the
important clients. These artists last. back. They themselves would be in
painted after the first war, and in the the back. They would call it the stem.
Cappie was the head of the summer
Thirties and Forties; they painted camp to which Lois had been sent She knows that such camps still exist,
landscapes. Lois has two Tom ever since she was nine. Camp Man- although Camp Manitou does not.
Thompsons, three A. Y. Jacksons, a itou, it was called; it was one of the They are one of the few things that
Lawren Harris. She has an Arthur Lis- better ones, for girls, though not the haven't changed much. They now of-
mer, she has a J.E.H. MacDonald. She best. Girls of her age whose parents fer copper enameling, and function-
has a David Milne. They are pictures could afford it were routinely packed less pieces of stained glass baked in
of convoluted tree trunks on an island off to such camps, which bore a gen- electric ovens, though judging from
of pink wave-smoothed stone, with eric resemblance to one another. They the productions of her friends' grand-
more islands behind; of a lake with favored Indian names and had hearty,
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children the artistic standards have was afraid of it at first, but not after nine. By the time she was thirteen she
not improved. she got used to it. liked it. She was an old hand by then.
To Lois, encountering it in the first Cappie was the same: You had to get
year after the war, Camp Manitou used to her. Possibly she was forty, or
seemed ancient. Its log-sided build- thirty-five, or fifty. She had fawn- LUCY was her best friend at camp.
ings with the white cement in colored hair that looked as if it was Lois had other friends in the winter,
between the half-logs, its flagpole cut with a bowl. Her head jutted for- when there was school and itchy
ringed with whitewashed stones, its ward, jigging like a chicken's as she woolen clothing and darkness in the
weathered gray dock jutting out into strode around the camp, clutching afternoons, but Lucy was her summer
Lake Prospect, with its woven rope notebooks and checking things off in friend.
bumpers and its rusty rings for tying them. She was like Lois's minister in She turned up the second year, when
up, its prim round flowerbed of pe- church: Both of them smiled a lot and Lois was ten and a Bluejay.
tunias near the office door, must were anxious because they wanted (Chickadees, Bluejays, Ravens, and
surely have been there always. In things to go well; they both had the Kingfishers – these were the names
truth, it dated only from the first dec- same overwashed skins and stringy Camp Manitou assigned to the differ-
ade of the century; it had been foun- necks. But all this disappeared when ent age groups, a sort of totemic clan
ded by Cappie's parents, who'd Cappie was leading a sing-song or system. In those days, thinks Lois, it
thought of camping as bracing to the otherwise leading. Then she was was birds for girls, animals for boys –
character, like cold showers, and had happy, sure of herself, her plain face wolves and so forth – though some
been passed along to her as an inher- almost luminous. She wanted to cause animals and birds were suitable and
itance and an obligation. joy. At these times she was loved, at some were not: never vultures, for in-
others merely trusted. stance; never skunks, or rats.)
Lois realized later that it must have
been a struggle for Cappie to keep There were many things Lois didn't Lois helped Lucy to unpack her tin
Camp Manitou going during the De- like about Camp Manitou, at first. She trunk and place the folded clothes on
pression and then the war, when hated the noisy chaos and spoon the wooden shelves, and to make up
money did not flow freely. If it had banging of the dining hall, the rowdy her bed. She put her in the top bunk
been a camp for the very rich, instead sing-songs at which you were expec- right above her, where she could keep
of the merely well-off, there would ted to yell in order to show that you an eye on her. Already she knew that
have been fewer problems. But there were enjoying yourself. Hers was not Lucy was an exception to a good
must have been enough Old Girls, a household that encouraged yelling. many rules; already she felt propriet-
ones with daughters, to keep the She hated the necessity of having to orial.
thing in operation, though not entirely write dutiful letters to her parents
shipshape: Furniture was battered: claiming she was having fun. She Lucy was from the United States,
painted trim was peeling, roofs could not complain, because camp where comic books came from, and
leaked. There were dim photographs cost so much money. the movies. She wasn't from New York
of these Old Girls dotted around the or Hollywood or Buffalo, the only
dining hall, wearing ample woolen She didn't much like having to un- American cities Lois knew of, but from
bathing suits and showing their fat, dress in a roomful of other girls, even Chicago. Her house was on the
dimpled legs, or standing, arms in the dim light, although nobody paid lakeshore and had gates to it, and
twined, in odd tennis outfits with any attention, or sleeping in a cabin grounds. They had a maid, all of the
baggy skirts. with seven other girls, some of whom time. Lois's family only had a cleaning
snored because they had adenoids or lady twice a week.
In the dining hall, over the stone fire- colds, some of whom had nightmares,
place that was never used, there was or wet their beds and cried about it. The only reason Lucy was being sent
a huge molting stuffed moose head, Bottom bunks made her feel closed in, to this camp (she cast a look of minor
which looked somehow carnivorous. It and she was afraid of falling out of scorn around the cabin, diminishing it
was a sort of mascot; its name was top ones; she was afraid of heights. and also offending Lois, while at the
Monty Manitou. The older campers She got homesick, and suspected her same time daunting her) was that her
spread the story that it was haunted parents of having a better time when mother had been a camper here. Her
and came to life in the dark, when the she wasn't there than when she was, mother had been a Canadian once but
feeble and undependable lights had although her mother wrote to her had married her father, who had a
been turned off or, due to yet another every week saying how much they patch over one eye, like a pirate. She
generator failure, had gone out. Lois missed her. All this was when she was showed Lois the picture of him in her
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wallet. He got the patch in the war. blue eyes like a doll's, and Lois was ing of deep satisfaction it gave her as
"Shrapnel," said Lucy, offhandedly. nothing out of the ordinary, just a the white fluff singed and the blood
Lois, who was unsure about shrapnel, tallish, thinnish, brownish person with sizzled, as if some wordless ritual had
was so impressed she could only freckles. They signed their letters LL, been fulfilled.
grunt. Her own two-eyed, unwounded with the L's entwined together like the
father was tame by comparison. monograms on a towel. (Lois and They did not get caught, but then
Lucy, thinks Lois. How our names date they rarely got caught at any of their
"My father plays golf," she ventured at us. Lois Lane, Superman's girlfriend, camp transgressions. Lucy had such
last. enterprising female reporter; I Love large eyes, and was such an accom-
Lucy. Now we are obsolete, and it's plished liar.
"Everyone plays golf," said Lucy. "My
mother plays golf." little Jennifers, little Emilys, little Alex-
andras and Carolines and Tiffanys.)
Lois's mother did not. Lois took Lucy THIS year Lucy is different again:
to see the outhouses and the swim- They were more effusive in their let- slower, more languorous. She is no
ming dock and the dining hall with ters than they ever were in person. longer interested in sneaking around
Monty Manitou's baleful head, know- They bordered their pages with X's after dark, purloining cigarettes from
ing in advance they would not meas- and O's, but when they met again in the counselor, dealing in black market
ure up. the summers it was always a shock. candy bars. She is pensive, and hard
They had changed so much, or Lucy to wake in the mornings. She doesn't
This was a bad beginning; but Lucy had. It was like watching someone like her stepfather, but she doesn't
was good-natured, and accepted grow up in jolts. At first it would be want to live with her real father either,
Camp Manitou with the same casual hard to think up things to say. who has a new wife. She thinks her
shrug with which she seemed to ac- mother may be having an affair with a
cept everything. She would make the But Lucy always had a surprise or
two, something to show, some marvel doctor; she doesn't know for sure, but
best of it, without letting Lois forget she's seen them smooching in his car,
that this was what she was doing. to reveal. The first year she had a pic-
ture of herself in a tutu, her hair in a out in the driveway, when her step-
However, there were things Lois knew ballerina's knot on the top of her father wasn't there. It serves him
that Lucy did not. Lucy scratched the head; she pirouetted around the right. She hates her private school.
tops off all her mosquito bites and swimming dock, to show Lois how it She has a boyfriend, who is sixteen
had to be taken to the infirmary to be was done, and almost fell off. The and works as a gardener's assistant.
daubed with Ozonol. She took her T- next year she had given that up and This is how she met him: in the
shirt off while sailing, and although was taking horseback riding. (Camp garden. She describes to Lois what it
the counselor spotted her after a Manitou did not have horses.) The is like when he kisses her: rubbery at
while and made her put it back on, next year her mother and father had first, but then your knees go limp. She
she burned spectacularly, bright red, been divorced, and she had a new has been forbidden to see him and
with the X of her bathing-suit straps stepfather, one with both eyes, and a threatened with boarding school. She
standing out in alarming white; she let new house, although the maid was wants to run away from home.
Lois peel the sheets of whispery-thin the same. Lois has little to offer in return. Her
burned skin off her shoulders. When own life is placid and satisfactory, but
they sang "Alouette" around the The next year, when they had gradu-
ated from Bluejays and entered there is nothing much that can be said
campfire, she did not know any of the about happiness. "You're so lucky,"
French words. The difference was that Ravens, she got her period, right in
the first week of camp. The two of Lucy tells her, a little smugly. She
Lucy did not care about the things she might as well say boring, because this
didn't know, whereas Lois did. them snitched some matches from
their counselor, who smoked illegally, is how it makes Lois feel.
During the next winter, and sub- and made a small fire out behind the Lucy is apathetic about the canoe trip,
sequent winters, Lucy and Lois wrote furthest outhouse, at dusk, using their so Lois has to disguise her own ex-
to each other. They were both only flashlights. They could set all kinds of citement. The evening before they are
children, at a time when this was fires by now; they had learned how in to leave, she slouches into the camp-
thought to be a disadvantage, so in Campcraft. fire ring as if coerced and sits down
their letters they pretended to be sis- with a sigh of endurance, just as Lucy
ters or even twins. Lois had to strain a On this fire they burned one of Lucy's
used sanitary napkins. Lois is not sure does.
little over this, because Lucy was so
blond, with translucent skin and large why they did this or whose idea it
was. But she can remember the feel-
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Every canoe trip that went out of marked, they have gone over it on a pale baggy shorts with the cuffs rolled
camp was given a special send-off by map, and there are prepared camp- up. The middle one kneels, propping
Cappie and the section leader and sites with names that are used year her rear end against the rolled sleep-
counselors, with the whole section in after year. But when Cappie says this ing bags. The counselors going with
attendance. Cappie painted three – and despite the way Lucy rolls up them are Pat and Kip. Kip is no-non-
streaks of red across each of her her eyes – Lois can feel the water sense; Pat is easier to wheedle or
cheeks with a lipstick. They looked stretching out, with the shores twist- fool.
like three-fingered claw marks. She ing away on either side, immense and
put a blue circle on her forehead with a little frightening. There are white puffy clouds and a
fountain-pen ink, tied a twisted small breeze. Glints come from the
bandanna around her head and stuck "You bring back much wampum," says little waves. Lois is in the bow of Kip's
a row of frazzle-ended feathers Cappie: "Do good in war, my braves, canoe. She still can't do a j-stroke
around it, and wrapped herself in a and capture many scalps." This is an- very well, and she will have to be in
red and black Hudson's Bay blanket. other of her pretenses: that they are the bow or the middle for the whole
The counselors, also in blankets but boys, and bloodthirsty. But such a trip. Lucy is behind her; her own j-
with only two streaks of red, beat on game cannot be played by substitut- stroke is even worse. She splashes
tom-toms made of round wooden ing the word squaw. It would not Lois with her paddle, quite a big
cheeseboxes with leather stretched work at all. splash.
over the top and nailed in place. Cap- Each of them has to stand up and "I'll get you back," says Lois.
pie was Chief Cappeosora. They all step forward and have a red line
had to say "How!" when she walked drawn across her cheeks by Cappie. "There was a stable fly on your
into the circle and stood there with She tells them they must follow in the shoulder," Lucy says.
one hand raised. paths of their ancestors (who most Lois turns to look at her, to see if
Looking back on this, Lois finds it dis- certainly, thinks Lois, looking out the she's grinning. They're in the habit of
quieting. She knows too much about window of her apartment and remem- splashing each other. Back there, the
Indians. She knows, for instance, that bering the family stash of camp has vanished behind the first
they should not even be called Indi- daguerreotypes and sepia-colored long point of rock and rough trees.
ans, and that they have enough wor- portraits on her mother's dressing Lois feels as if an invisible rope has
ries without other people taking their table – the stiff-shirted, black-coated, broken. They're floating free, on their
names and dressing up as them. It grim-faced men and the beflounced own, cut loose. Beneath the canoe the
has all been a form of stealing. women with their severe hair and lake goes down, deeper and colder
their corsetted respectability – would than it was a minute before.
But she remembers too that she was never have considered heading off
once ignorant of this. Once she loved onto an open lake in a canoe, just for "No horsing around in the canoe,"
the campfire, the flickering of light on fun). says Kip. She's rolled her T-shirt
the ring of faces, the sound of the sleeves up to the shoulder; her arms
fake tom-toms, heavy and fast like a At the end of the ceremony they all are brown and sinewy, her jaw de-
scared heartbeat; she loved Cappie in stood and held hands around the termined, her stroke perfect. She
a red blanket and feathers, solemn, as circle and sang taps. This did not looks as if she knows exactly what
a Chief should be, raising her hand sound very Indian, thinks Lois. It she is doing.
and saying, "Greetings, my Ravens." sounded like a bugle call at a military
post, in a movie. But Cappie was The four canoes keep close together.
It was not funny, it was not making They sing, raucously and with defi-
fun. She wanted to be an Indian. She never one to be much concerned with
consistency, or with archaeology. ance; they sing "The Quarter Master's
wanted to be adventurous and pure, Store" and "Clementine" and "Alou-
and aboriginal. ette." It is more like bellowing than
AFTER breakfast the next morning singing.
"YOU go on big water," says Cappie. they set out from the main dock, in After that the wind grows stronger,
This is her idea – all their ideas – of four canoes, three in each. The lip- blowing slantwise against the bows,
how Indians talk. "You go where no stick stripes have not come off com- and they have to put all their energy
man has ever trod. You go many pletely and still show faintly pink, like into shoving themselves through the
moons." This is not true. They are healing burns. They wear their white water.
only going for a week, not many denim sailing hats, because of the
moons. The canoe route is clearly sun, and thin-striped T-shirts, and
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Was there anything important, any- "No," said Lucy. She subsided into her They told Kip where they were going.
thing that would provide some sort of sleeping bag. After a moment she You had to tell Kip where you were
reason or clue to what happened said, "It would be nice not to go going, even if it was only a little way
next? Lois can remember everything, back." into the woods to get dry twigs for
every detail; but it does her no good. kindling. You could never go any-
"To camp?" said Lois. where without a buddy.
They stopped at noon for a swim and
lunch, and went on in the afternoon. "To Chicago," said Lucy. "I hate it "Sure," said Kip, who was crouching
At last they reached Little Birch, which there." over the fire, feeding driftwood into it.
was the first campsite for overnight. "What about your boyfriend?" said "Fifteen minutes to lunch."
Lois and Lucy made the fire while the Lois. Lucy didn't answer. She was
others pitched the heavy canvas "Where are they off to?" said Pat. She
either asleep or pretending to be. was bringing their billy tin of water
tents. The fireplace was already there,
flat stones piled into a U shape. A There was a moon, and a movement from the lake.
burned tin can and a beer bottle had of the trees. In the sky there were "Lookout," said Kip.
been left in it. Their fire went out, and stars, layers of stars that went down
they had to restart it. "Hustle your and down. Kip said that when the "Be careful," said Pat. She said it as
bustle," said Kip. "We're starving." stars were bright like that instead of an afterthought, because it was what
hazy, it meant bad weather later on. she always said.
The sun went down, and in the pink Out on the lake there were two loons,
sunset light they brushed their teeth calling to each other in their insane, "They're old hands," Kip said.
and spat the toothpaste froth into the mournful voices. At the time it did not
lake. Kip and Pat put all the food that sound like grief. It was just back-
wasn't in cans into a packsack and ground. LOIS looks at her watch: It's ten to
slung it into a tree, in case of bears. twelve. She is the watch-minder; Lucy
The lake in the morning was flat calm. is careless of time. They walk up the
Lois and Lucy weren't sleeping in a They skimmed along over the glassy path, which is dry earth and rocks, big
tent. They'd begged to be allowed to surface, leaving V-shaped trails behind rounded pinky-gray boulders or split-
sleep out; that way they could talk them; it felt like flying. As the sun open ones with jagged edges. Spindly
without the others hearing. If it rose higher it got hot, almost too hot. balsam and spruce trees grow to
rained, they told Kip, they promised There were stable flies in the canoes, either side; the lake is blue fragments
not to crawl dripping into the tent landing on a bare arm or leg for a to the left. The sun is right overhead;
over everyone's legs: They would get quick sting. Lois hoped for wind. there are no shadows anywhere. The
under the canoes. So they were out heat comes up at them as well as
on the point. They stopped for lunch at the next of
the named campsites, Lookout Point. down. The forest is dry and crackly.
Lois tried to get comfortable inside It was called this because, although It isn't far, but it's a steep climb and
her sleeping bag, which smelled of the site itself was down near the wa- they're sweating when they reach the
musty storage and of earlier campers ter on a flat shelf of rock, there was a top. They wipe their faces with their
– a stale, salty sweetness. She curled sheer cliff nearby and a trail that led bare arms, sit gingerly down on a
herself up, with her sweater rolled up up to the top. The top was the scorching-hot rock, five feet from the
under her head for a pillow and her lookout, although what you were sup- edge but too close for Lois. It's a
flashlight inside her sleeping bag so it posed to see from there was not clear. lookout all right, a sheer drop to the
wouldn't roll away. The muscles of her Kip said it was just a view. lake and a long view over the water,
sore arms were making small pings, back the way they've come. It's amaz-
like rubber bands breaking. Lois and Lucy decided to make the
climb anyway. They didn't want to ing to Lois that they've traveled so far,
Beside her Lucy was rustling around. hang around waiting for lunch. It over all that water, with nothing to
Lois could see the glimmering oval of wasn't their turn to cook, though they propel them but their own arms. It
her white face. hadn't avoided much by not doing it, makes her feel strong. There are all
because cooking lunch was no big kinds of things she is capable of do-
"I've got a rock poking into my back," ing.
said Lucy. deal. It was just unwrapping the
cheese and getting out the bread and "It would be quite a dive off here,"
"So do I," said Lois. "You want to go peanut butter, though Pat and Kip al- says Lucy.
into the tent?" She herself didn't, but ways had to do their woodsy act and
it was right to ask. boil up a billy tin for their own tea. "You'd have to be nuts," says Lois.
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"Why?" says Lucy. "It's really deep. It "Lucy?" Lois said. Then she called. "Why did you leave her alone?" said
goes straight down." She stands up "Lucy!" By now she was clambering Kip.
and takes a step nearer the edge. Lois back up, over the stones of the path.
gets a stab in her midriff, the kind she Lucy was not up there. Or she was "I was just down the path," said Lois.
gets when a car goes too fast over a not in sight. "I told you. She had to go to the bath-
bump. "Don't," she says. room." She did not say pee in front of
"Stop fooling around," Lois said. "It's people older than herself.
"Don't what?" says Lucy, glancing lunchtime." But Lucy did not rise from
around at her mischievously. She behind a rock or step out, smiling, Kip looked disgusted.
knows how Lois feels about heights. from behind a tree. The sunlight was "Maybe she just walked off into the
But she turns back. "I really have to all around; the rocks looked white. woods and got turned around," said
pee," she says. "This isn't funny!" Lois said, and it one of the girls.
wasn't. Panic was rising in her, the
"You have toilet paper?" says Lois, panic of a small child who does not "Maybe she's doing it on purpose,"
who is never without it. She digs in know where the bigger ones are hid- said another.
her shorts pocket. den. She could hear her own heart. Nobody believed either of these theor-
"Thanks," says Lucy. She looked quickly around; she lay ies. They took the canoes and
down on the ground and looked over searched around the base of the cliff
They are both adept at peeing in the the edge of the cliff. It made her feel
woods: doing it fast so the mosqui- and peered down into the water. But
cold. There was nothing. there had been no sound of falling
toes don't get you, the underwear
pulled up between the knees, the She went back down the path, stum- rock; there had been no splash. There
squat with the feet apart so you don't bling; she was breathing too quickly; was no clue, nothing at all. Lucy had
wet your legs, facing downhill; the ex- she was too frightened to cry. She felt simply vanished.
posed feeling of your bum, as if terrible, guilty and dismayed, as if she That was the end of the canoe trip. It
someone is looking at you from be- had done something very bad by mis- took them the same two days to go
hind. The etiquette when you're with take, something that could never be back that it had taken coming in, even
someone else is not to look. Lois repaired. "Lucy's gone," she told Kip. though they were short a paddler.
stands up and starts to walk back Kip looked up from her fire, annoyed. They did not sing. After that the po-
down the path, to be out of sight. The water in the billy tin was boiling. lice went, in a motorboat, with dogs;
"Wait for me?" says Lucy. "What do you mean, 'Gone'?" she they were the Mounties and the dogs
said. "Where did she go?" were German shepherds, trained to
Lois climbed down, over and around follow trails in the woods. But it had
the boulders, until she could not see "I don't know," said Lois. "She's just rained since, and they could find noth-
Lucy; she waited. She could hear the gone." ing.
voices of the others, talking and No one had heard the shout; but
laughing, down near the shore. One then, no one had heard Lois calling
voice was yelling, "Ants! Ants!" either. They had been talking among LOIS is sitting in Cappie's office. Her
Someone must have sat on an anthill. themselves, by the water. face is bloated with crying, she's seen
Off to the side, in the woods, a raven that in the mirror. By now she feels
was croaking, a hoarse single note. Kip and Pat went up to the lookout numbed; she feels as if she has
and searched and called and blew drowned. She can't stay here. It has
She looked at her watch: It was noon. their whistles.
This is when she heard the shout. been too much of a shock. Tomorrow
Nothing answered. her parents are coming to take her
She has gone over and over it in her away. Several of the other girls who
mind since, so many times that the Then they came back down, and Lois were on the canoe trip are being col-
first, real shout has been obliterated, had to tell exactly what had lected in the same way. The others
like a footprint trampled by other foot- happened. The other girls all sat in a will have to stay, because their par-
prints. But she is sure (she is almost circle and listened to her. Nobody said ents are in Europe or cannot be
positive, she is nearly certain) that it anything. They all looked frightened, reached.
was not a shout of fear. Not a scream. especially Pat and Kip. They were the
More like a cry of surprise, cut off too leaders. You did not just lose a Cappie is grim. They've tried to hush
soon. Short, like a dog's bark. camper like this, for no reason at all. it up, but of course everyone in camp
knows. Soon the papers will know too.
You can't keep it quiet, but what can
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be said? What can be said that makes "No," says Lois. "Why would I be mad to pack. Lucy's clothes were still
any sense? "Girl vanishes in broad at Lucy? I wasn't ever mad at Lucy." there, folded on the shelves, as if
daylight, without a trace." It can't be She feels like crying again. The times waiting. She felt the other girls in the
believed; other things, worse things, when she has, in fact, been mad at cabin watching her with speculation in
will be suspected. Negligence, at the Lucy have been erased already. Lucy their eyes. Could she have done it!
very least. But they have always taken was always perfect. She must have done it. For the rest of
such care. Bad luck will gather around her life, she has caught people watch-
Camp Manitou like a fog; parents will "Sometimes we're angry when we ing her in this way.
avoid it in favor of other, luckier don't know we're angry," says Cappie,
places. Lois can see Cappie thinking as if to herself. "Sometimes we get Maybe they weren't thinking this.
all this, even through her numbness. really mad and we don't even know it. Maybe they were merely sorry for her.
It's what anyone would think. Sometimes we might do a thing But she felt she had been tried and
without meaning to, or without know- sentenced; and this is what has
Lois sits on the hard wooden chair in ing what will happen. We lose our stayed with her: the knowledge that
Cappie's office, beside the old wooden tempers." she has been singled out, condemned
desk over which hangs the thumb- for something that was not her fault.
tacked bulletin board of normal camp Lois is only thirteen, but it doesn't
routine, and gazes at Cappie through take her long to figure out that Cappie
her puffy eyelids. Cappie is now smil- is not including herself in any of this.
By we she means Lois. She is accus- LOIS sits in the living room of her
ing what is supposed to be a reassur- apartment, drinking a cup of tea.
ing smile. Her manner is too casual: ing Lois of pushing Lucy off the cliff.
The unfairness of this hits her like a Through the knee-to- ceiling window
She's after something. Lois has seen she has a wide view of Lake Ontario,
this look on Cappie's face when she's slap. "I didn't!" she says.
with its skin of wrinkled blue-gray
been sniffing out contraband chocol- "Didn't what?" says Cappie softly. light, and of the willows of Toronto Is-
ate bars, hunting down those rumored "Didn't what, Lois?" land shaken by a wind that is silent at
to have snuck out of their cabins at this distance and on this side of the
night. Lois does the worst thing. She begins glass. When there isn't too much pol-
to cry. Cappie gives her a look like a lution she can see the far shore, the
"Tell me again," says Cappie, "from pounce. She's got what she wanted.
the beginning." foreign shore, though today it is ob-
Later, when she was grown up, Lois scured.
Lois has told her story so many times was able to understand what this in-
by now, to Pat and Kip, to Cappie, to Possibly she should go out, go down-
terview had been about. She could stairs, do some shopping; there isn't
the police, that she knows it word for see Cappie's desperation, her need for
word. She knows it, but she no longer much in the refrigerator. The boys say
a story, a real story with a reason in she doesn't get out enough. But she
believes it. It has become a story. "I it; anything but the senseless vacancy
told you," she says. "She wanted to isn't hungry, and moving, stirring from
Lucy had left for her to deal with. She this space, is increasingly an effort.
go to the bathroom. I gave her my wanted Lois to supply the reason, to
toilet paper. I went down the path, I be the reason. It wasn't even for the She can hardly remember, now, hav-
waited for her. I heard this kind of newspapers or the parents, because ing her two boys in the hospital, nurs-
shout ... " she could never make such an accusa- ing them as babies; she can hardly re-
"Yes," says Cappie, smiling confid- tion without proof. It was for herself: member getting married, or what Rob
ingly, "but before that. What did you something to explain the loss of Camp looked like. Even at the time she
say to each other?" Manitou and of all she had worked for, never felt she was paying full atten-
the years of entertaining spoiled chil- tion. She was tired a lot, as if she was
Lois thinks. Nobody has asked her this dren and buttering up parents and living not one life but two: her own,
before. "She said you could dive off making a fool of herself with feathers and another, shadowy life that
there. She said it went straight down." stuck in her hair. Camp Manitou was, hovered around her and would not let
in fact, lost. It did not survive. itself be realized, the life of what
"And what did you say?" would have happened if Lucy had not
Lois worked all this out, twenty years stepped sideways and disappeared
"I said you'd have to be nuts." later. But it was far too late. It was from time.
"Were you mad at Lucy?" says Cappie, too late even ten minutes afterward,
in an encouraging voice. when she'd left Cappie's office and She would never go up north, to Rob's
was walking slowly back to her cabin family cottage or to any place with
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wild lakes and wild trees and the calls more. And the trees themselves are The Handmaid's Tale, received the
of loons. She would never go any- hardly trees; they are currents of en- very first Arthur C. Clarke Award for
where near. Still, it was as if she was ergy, charged with violent color. the best science-fiction novel first
always listening for another voice, the published in the United Kingdom dur-
voice of a person who should have Who knows how many trees there ing the previous year. She has written
been there but was not. An echo. were on the cliff just before Lucy dis- 12 novels, 9 collections of short stor-
appeared? Who counted? Maybe there ies, and 6 childrens’ books.
While Rob was alive, while the boys was one more, afterward.
were growing up, she could pretend
she didn't hear it, this empty space in Lois sits in her chair and does not
sound. But now there is nothing much move. Her hand with the cup is raised
left to distract her. halfway to her mouth. She hears
something, almost hears it: a shout of
She turns away from the window and recognition or of joy.
looks at her pictures. There is the
pinkish island, in the lake, with the She looks at the paintings, she looks
inter-twisted trees. It's the same land- into them. Every one of them is a pic-
scape they paddled through, that dis- ture of Lucy. You can't see her exactly,
tant summer. She's seen travelogues but she's there, in behind the pink
of this country, aerial photographs; it stone island or the one behind that. In
looks different from above, bigger, the picture of the cliff she is hidden by
more hopeless: lake after lake, ran- the clutch of fallen rocks toward the
dom blue puddles in dark green bush, bottom; in the one of the river shore
the trees like bristles. How could you she is crouching beneath the over-
ever find anything there, once it was turned canoe. In the yellow autumn
lost? Maybe if they cut it all down, woods she's behind the tree that can-
drained it all away, they might find not be seen because of the other
Lucy's bones, sometime, wherever trees, over beside the blue sliver of
they are hidden. A few bones, some pond; but if you walked into the pic-
buttons, the buckle from her shorts. ture and found the tree, it would be
the wrong one, because the right one
But a dead person is a body; a body would be farther on.
occupies space, it exists somewhere.
You can see it; you put it in a box and Everyone has to be somewhere, and
bury it in the ground, and then it's in this is where Lucy is. She is in Lois's
a box in the ground. But Lucy is not in apartment, in the holes that open in-
a box or in the ground. Because she is ward on the wall, not like windows
nowhere definite, she could be any- but like doors. She is here. She is en-
where. tirely alive.
1. What about the story is Canadian? List the themes that you feel are relevant. Explain.
2. What is death by landscape? Why would Atwood use this particular setting to tell the
story?
4. Is there a lesson to take from this story? If so, what is it and how do you know?
The definition of a "classic" can be a hotly debated topic. Depending on what you
read, or the experience of the person you question on the topic, you may receive a
wide range of answers. So, what is a "classic"--in the context of books and literature?
Adapted from The Oxford’s Guide to Understanding Language, Literature, and Media
Understanding Form
The form of a piece of writing refers to how the text is structured. The essay follows a standard structure:
The introduction establishes the topic and the positions to be taken in relation to it (the thesis). The
body develops the thesis through supporting arguments. The conclusion sums up the key ideas of the
essay and leaves the reader with a sense of importance of the topic.
Subject/Content: Frequently drawn from life of the More commonly drawn from
writer and everyday events shared historical events in
Sources of Evidence literature or other forms of
knowledge
Location of Thesis May appear anywhere in the Usually stated explicitly, generally
essay; may not be explicitly stated located in the first or second
paragraph of the essay
Be it formal or informal, essays can be divided into four basic types depending on the authors purpose.
These purposes are, to explain, to recount a story, to argue for a position, or to persuade.
The expository essay (explanation) describes or explains a topic. For example, an essay
entitled “The care and Maintenance of a Bicycle” would be an expository essay.
The narrative essay (recounting) uses a single well-told story as the basis for drawing a
conclusion or making a statement of opinion. For example, “My Most Exciting Bicycling Adventure” would
be a narrative essay.
The argumentative essay presents a reasoned series of arguments in support of a position. For
example, an essay entitled “Cars or Scooters: Which Is the More Efficient and Safe Method of Urban
Transport?” would be an argumentative essay.
The persuasive essay combines reasoned arguments with the emotion required to persuade the
reader to take action. For example, an assay entitled “Save the Ozone and Stimulate Your Heart: Leave
Your Cars at Home and Bicycle” would be a persuasive essay.
N.B. The purpose of an essay will often determine its form, or structure. In argumentative writing for
example, the author may present both sides of an issue in a measured way before making a judgment, or
may be concerned only with building up the evidence on one side.
Bold, direct statement: a simple “A student often leaves high school today without
statement of belief or opinion that frequently any sense of language as a structure.” (Northrop
challenges a commonly held assumption Frye, “Don’t You Think It’s Time to Start
Thinking?”)
Developing an Argument
The development of arguments is the main structural component of the essay. Employing different
methods can indicate a sophisticated and lively thinking process.
Definition Explored in greater depth the Susan Sontag defines “beauty” (in her
significance associated with the term essay of the same name) by
or concept under consideration in examining the ancient Greek and
order to give as a full picture as Christian views of beauty, the
possible of its characteristics. language used to describe men’s
versus women’s beauty, internal and
external beauty, and the significance
of the absence of beauty in the world.
Categorize/Classify Places together under a single Kildare Dobbs in his essay “Canada’s
heading concepts or things that share Regions” classifies the people each
sufficient key characteristics as to be region of Canada by their character.
considered similar.
Understanding Style
Style refers to the overall selection and arrangement of sounds, words, phrases, sentences, an paragraphs.
Style if affected by regional and cultural variations, by changing standards of usage, by the development of
new words and new meanings in the language, and by the fertility of an author’s imagination. A good writer
chooses and arranges words to convey a particular shade of meaning and to produce a particular effect.
Rhetorical devices include techniques that help persuade the reader to agree with the view
presented. Knowledge of the nature and effect of these devices is critical to effective writing. Use rhetorical
devices appropriately and carefully, since overuse can result in an unnatural or even unintentionally
humorous effect.
The tone of a text is created through a number of features, such as rhetorical devices, diction (word choice
or vocabulary), and type of evidence presented. Tone is a major factor in establishing the overall impression
of the piece of writing. Tones vary as much as there are emotions and attitudes. The tone of an essay may
be ironic, frustrated, sincere, angry, self-mocking, encouraging, or nostalgic, for example.
In reading and analyzing essays, it’s important to identify the writer’s voice and examine its impact on what
is being said. There are times when a writer may adopt a persona - a front character – in order to add
another dimension to his or her writing. In other words, there is a split between the surface meaning of the
text and the deeper meaning – the writer’s real message.