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New Perspectives on Margaret Laurence: Poetic Narrative, Multiculturalism, and Feminism ed. by Greta M. K. McCormick Coger (review)

amount to a distilled, high-level course in Cather. They tell us about the real people and circumstances that caught in Cather’s mind and served as inspiration, and they tell us where Cather was in her career and her life when she did the writing. They take us back in time to when an honorable banker, when his institution failed, covered for the depositors; to when the landscape was still alive enough in the imagination that crossroads were felt to be sinister; to when playing marbles was thought to be a form of gam ­ bling; to when, before and underneath everything, the big bluestem and the little bluestem turned the prairie a “red bronze color in the fall after frost.” But with all their wealth of knowledge and insight, and it is considerable, the essays and notes don’t seem to reduce the magic. These scholars are strongly moved by the “gift of sympathy” to their material, to borrow Cather’s own phrase, and this fine thing shows up as an ethically regardful touch in biography; a deference to the free, transpersonal consciousness of a great storyteller; and withal an understated homage to the mysterious process of creativity, to the source itself.