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Jim Neat: The Case of a Young Man Down on His Luck

Mary J. Oliver
ISBN-13: 
9781781725146
Publication Date: 
Monday, September 30, 2019
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"This unique memoir shows the remarkable life of an ordinary man, proving that each life can be made extraordinary. Jim Neat...has had a powerful impact on the people he’s met...something he will undoubtedly continue to do so through this book that has immortalised his unique spirit." - New Welsh Review

"Unlike anything I’ve read before, I was pulled in by the stunning prose, the gorgeous poetry written by both Jim and Mary, and the powerful themes of loss, duplicity, addiction, love and family secrets. An exceptional book." - Everybody's Reviewing

Mary J. Oliver’s debut is an unusual and striking coalescing of prose, poetry, found documents and photographs. It ranges across the history of 20th century England and Canada as she uncovers the life of her father, Jim Neat (b. 1904). She adopts a legal structure, making ‘the case’ for the worth of Jim’s life.

Jim leaves England at an early age, as a seaman. He travels to South Africa, stows away to Australia and eventually lands in Canada at the time of the Great Depression. He meets his partner Lizbietta at a bookshop in Saskatoon, but is working in Regina when she dies in childbirth. As a result, Jim becomes both ill and destitute, and is admitted to a hospital in Ontario.

His story is told at this point through the hospital’s case-notes, his own therapeutic writing and his doctor’s correspondence with his sister Queenie, in England.

Repatriated to England Jim meets the author’s mother during the war. Theirs is a stormy marriage, and at this point she too contributes to the narration. Although they have children and live together until Jim dies in 1983, Jim’s life is dominated by the loss of Lizbietta and their child, and the book circles back to Canada and the past as the author uncovers the events surrounding that relationship.

Jim Neat is a remarkable evocation of a seemingly fractured life. Although short and drawing on diverse documents Oliver is able to invest an enormous amount of emotion in Jim’s relationships, including that with her. The narrative has a certain exoticism – hobos in Canada, a pet fox, extreme weather and its results – but also a casual brutality in the way it recounts lives at the mercy of indifferent forces. In this it recalls Annie Proulx and Joyce Carol Oates, and doesn’t suffer in comparison.

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REVIEWS

Review by Clarence Major, American artist and writer

Thursday, July 2, 2020

Yesterday and into the night I read Jim Neat. Mary J. Olvier packs a lot into such a small book! It's a fascinating story of a sensitive, intelligent Everyman during difficult times. Jim makes some bad decisions but many people care about his well-being. Queenie, Dr. Fletcher, Prof. Schofield, Kate, and others. The poems and prose poems are wonderful. Jim's 1982 letter to the author is deeply moving. There are many other similar moments. Jim's letters from Algeria, Siracusa, Bari and Milan are also fascinating. The book is a condensed epic!

Review by Roz Hopkinson, Artistic Director at STANCE Theatre Company

Thursday, July 2, 2020

It’s been some while since I have read a book from cover to cover without being able to put it down. In Mary J. Oliver's Jim Neat, I found myself absorbed to the point of pausing all incoming communications. I followed Jim's story - a narrative that seamlessly glides through episodic instalments, confessional poetry, case history, letters, unsent postcards, diary entires, pioneer archives and judicial injustices that contribute to both the man, and a life that is quite extraordinary. Mary’s research and writing of the book took over 10 years, and her ability to condense the narrative down to 145 pages is quite remarkable. The text flows with the ease of a novel, while all the while one is reading fact after heart-wrenching fact as the most uncanny events push Jim into circumstances that the majority of us would not recover from. His enduring ability to bounce back is staggering, and lies in his passion, honesty, and a belief that 'true love' must be protected at all costs. Buy this book, read it, and you will not be be disappointed. If anything, you will be left wanting to know more.

Review by Linda Camidge, Penzance Litfest

Monday, June 29, 2020

From the insistent and unsettling gaze on the front cover, to the ending that leaves you wanting more, this fascinating and compelling book is one of those reading experiences that lodges inside your head, and simply refuses to move over.

Mary J. Oliver has explored and reconstructed the life of her father, born in 1904, who embodies elements of W H Davies, pre-figures the Beat generation and reads Conrad. He emerges as a strangely innocent man, torn by dreams, hopes and memories of love, and  – through all his wanderings across continents, his arrivals and departures – always searching for home.

He refuses to occupy the past tense.

Oliver describes the book as “a long narrative poem” but there are also strong elements of memoir, biography and even multi-media drama in the mix. The long historical span covers the Great Depression, WW2 and finally spills over into Oliver’s 21st century search. She presents her father in a powerful and unsettling mixture: poetry and documents, constructed letters and photographs, real-life conversations during her search for the (or perhaps ‘a’) truth.  Her intention: “to make a small work of art out of an ordinary man’s extraordinary life.”  And yes, this is a fairly short (and beautifully produced) book. But in its impact and scope, very far from smallness.

Review by Lois P. Jones

Friday, May 8, 2020

Jim Neat travels the real life journey as excavated by his daughter, artist and poet, Mary J. Oliver, in this courageous and intimate book. Its prose and poetry, alongside photographs and sketches, place a life in the context of its time, beginning with Neat’s incarceration, to World War 2 and then on to the poet’s own surprising journey. 

A tale of a daughter’s search for her dead father’s past could be enough for any reader but it becomes quickly apparent that this journey is just as much about disclosing truths as it is about erasure.  Letters carefully edited with strike-through texts reveal the bleak and often painful realities of its time not just withheld from family and friends but from the self.  Details unfold chronologically with frequent flashbacks that flow like an epic film.  When Neat’s brother-in-law arrives home from WW1 "eyes bulging, arms, legs, head jerking, he can’t get out of the front door, scuttles on all fours behind the settee, mouth opening, shutting, opening," Neat’s sister advises, "Best you go on home, Jim" and in those few lines we see the toll of war from multiple perspectives. 

Characters appear and disappear, some with lives so brutally marred by their times your heart will break open and then mend itself again as the book moves through Neat’s life contrasting the dark corners of human history with the joys of love and the passion of a man who reinvents himself in every chapter. 

There’s a Dr. Fletcher, one of the heroes of Neat’s life who through the profound and patient methods of creating a safe space for Neat at Whitby Hospital to unburden his trauma through gentle conversation, writing and meaningful work creates a haven without drugs or forced treatments and an opportunity for transformation. 

There’s Queenie, Neat’s sister and lifelong friend whose own colourful personality leaps into the frame and stays alongside other key figures as Neat’s life unfurls. 

Because Neat’s mind and depth of perception convey his own experiences without pretence and Oliver’s sensitive and sculpted prose and poetry know just where to take off and where to land, you will find yourself slowly turning Jim Neat’s pages back and forth as you live each sorrow and joy of this astonishing and lasting work.   

Lois P. Jones, author of Night Ladder & poetry editor of Kyoto Journal

Review by Julian Branscombe

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Once I'd picked up this book, I had to keep reading this beautiful and moving story straight through 'til the end. I am amazed at what Jim Neat survived, and was intrigued by the snippets of his life from around the world, and the gruelling nature of Canada in the depression years. But it was Canada's Whitby Hospital that made the biggest impact on me - I was so impressed and touched by the approach of the senior doctor who did so much to get Jim Neat through. I don't know if this feels fair (given the experiences which Jim Neat weathered) but that doctor became my hero of the book. I feel slightly guilty about that, as the book is Jim Neat's story, and he also made such an impression on me.

I was intrigued by the construction of the book. At the end of it, reading the author's brief epilogue, I desperately wanted to know what was simplified or supposed and what was verbatim. However, as the days passed, I've settled into a feeling that the whole story is one that I don't need to dissect, but just something that I am enriched to have read. It is an inspiring reminder of what's good in humanity, and the resolve which we all need individually and collectively.
 

Review by Desi Tsvetkova, New Welsh Review

Monday, March 2, 2020

Mary J Oliver’s father passed away in 1983, but it isn’t until twenty-five years later that a spark ignites inside the author, urging her to find out who her elusive father was. She embarks on a journey that takes her to a whole other continent as she retraces Jim Neat’s footsteps. It takes her ten years of research to compile an extensive collection of letters and documents that, together, make up this remarkable story.

This uncategorisable 'novel', often labeled as a memoir, is an exceptional piece of literature – a continuous confessional poem, perhaps, that takes on various shapes and forms. Its full title, Jim Neat: The Case of a Young Man Down on His Luck hints at the contents as it opens with a case file from 1935 when Jim is admitted to Whitby Psychiatric Hospital in Toronto. Separated into three parts, the first, Inmate, gradually unfolds Jim’s life, from his family home to sailing the Atlantic and settling down in Canada. Seeking success in North America, he sees it as a ‘promised land’ but is quickly disillusioned by the current state of the country:

I’ve been in and still going through absolute hell, in and out of this place more times than I can count. / It will be hard for you to understand how tough a place this country can be.

The one true happiness Jim experiences while in Canada is with Lizbietta; however, she soon dies in childbirth and their newborn daughter is given away for adoption. This drives Jim over the edge, resulting in heavy use of narcotics and trouble with the law. All of this is conveyed through multiple letters and poems, as Dr Fletcher’s case files guide the reader through Jim’s condition and subsequent recovery.

Encouraged to write, Jim slowly starts to open up, no longer suppressing his past trauma. The poem ‘The Homecoming 1935’ retraces the steps that lead to his hospitalization. Told in a frantic voice, interrupted by the multitude of commas that slice up thought process, it is the first time the reader is exposed to the truth of Jim’s trauma:

I get back to Saskatoon with $80 in my pocket for Lizbietta but she is dead, it’s 40 degrees, the curtains are drawn, she died five days ago, Valentyna tells me, we buried her by the river, tuberculosis, post-partum hemorrhage, I don’t know, I don’t know….

During his time in Whitby, Jim recovers and finds a new meaning in life, deciding he must live in remembrance of Lizbietta (‘Murdered Lad of Penge’). He develops a relationship with his fellow inmate, Frank Schofield, and helps him reunite with his presumed-to-be-dead wife. Jim also helps Dr Fletcher’s wife find a new meaning to her life after suffering because of the stillborn death of her baby. Through his newfound determination, Jim becomes a beacon of hope for others.

The second part, War, details the story of how Jim and Kate (Oliver’s mother), met. Through Kate’s diary entries, the reader finds out about Jim’s new life in England against the backdrop of WWII. The postcards he sends home create a stark contrast to the war effort as he infuses them with love for his wife and family. This part is proof of Jim’s metamorphosis from a ‘hobo’ to a man determined to live.
Oliver inserts her own accounts of her father in the third part, Found. Here she outlines her memories of Jim in a series of documents, sketches, diary entries and poems, etc, all laced with an array of complex emotions as she begins the journey of deciphering this mysterious figure she called her father:

I hatch a plan. To solve this enigma of my father. His absence in the past. His sudden presence in my life now.

Oliver states that some of the materials have been re-written or completely fabricated in order to fit the narrative; however, those adjustments blend so seamlessly into the memoir that it is impossible to discern what has been altered – Jim’s story reads as authentic and true, regardless of any changes that might have come about during the structuring process.

This unique memoir shows the remarkable life of an ordinary man, proving that each life can be made extraordinary. Jim Neat is a man who has undergone many a trial in life, as well as many joys. He has had a powerful impact on the people he’s met along the way – something he will undoubtedly continue to do so through this book that has immortalized his unique spirit.

Review by Kathy Hoyle, Everybody’s Reviewing

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Mary J. Oliver describes this work as a "long narrative poem."  Whilst the book certainly does contain sections of vivid, powerful poetry, it’s also a hybrid of hospital reports, diary entries, letters and historical photographs, making it a truly fascinating and original composition.

As a child, Mary hears a whisper of a conversation between her parents, an accusation, revealing a secret her father kept to himself and refused to speak of, ever: "You’re in another world, it’s that woman you married in Canada. And her baby. Isn’t it? Still dreaming about them, after all this time."

Mary’s father is absent, often physically, as he struggles with depression and addiction, and always emotionally. As an adult, Mary has a need to understand her father better, maybe find the half-sister she thinks still lives somewhere on the other side of the world and once and for all get answers as to why her father was never really present in her life. 

Mary remembers that Jim was close to his sister Queenie, and tracks down her daughter, Sally, sparking a journey of discovery. Through Sally, Mary finds boxes of old letters and documents, revealing links to Canada, where Jim spent his early life. She carefully collates hospital reports, letters and diary entries, to build an absolutely fascinating picture of her father. Interspersed throughout the narrative are Mary’s own thoughts, expressed through poetry and short sections of creative non-fiction, as she fills in gaps and processes her feelings. 

This sometimes humorous, yet more often heart-breaking story reveals how Mary came to understand her father and the extraordinary life he led before he met her mother. Unlike anything I’ve read before, I was pulled in by the stunning prose, the gorgeous poetry written by both Jim and Mary, and the powerful themes of loss, duplicity, addiction, love and family secrets. An exceptional book.  

Review by Stuart Henson, London Grip

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

We are all migrants, to some degree – or most of us have migrant ancestry. My wife’s descended from the Huguenots, via Wales. My own great-grandfather emigrated to Canada in 1906. His first job was picking up buffalo bones from the prairie. In an age where individuals and nations have become increasingly anxious about ‘identity’, who our parents were is a source of endless fascination. Mary J. Oliver has been doing some research—a lot of research—and the result is this life of her father, Jim Neat.

The author’s characterisation of the work as a ‘long narrative poem’ is maybe a little misleading. What we’re given, in fact, is a montage of prose-poems, letters, photographs, newspaper articles and notes, which trace the story of Jim Neat’s early life, in particular his closeness to his sister, Queenie, his escape from family tensions as a stowaway to Cape Town, his subsequent journeying via Australia to Canada, his relationships and recovery from mental illness there, and his second marriage following his return to England. There are documents, too, detailing his war service in Algeria and Sicily, and several poems that explore Mary Oliver’s struggle to come to terms with his absence.

The book begins in Canada, where Jim Neat’s heart belongs. He’s ‘down on his luck’ – as the subtitle suggests – and presently an inmate of Toronto jail where he’s detained on a narcotics charge. Within two pages, though, we’re following the route that brought him to this pass, via his doctor’s case-notes and Jim’s poems, written in the Ontario hospital to which he was admitted in 1935 for psychiatric care. Like many a contemporary migrant, Jim has taken risks in his search for work, ‘riding the rods’ on freight trains, and he’s short of clothing to keep out the bitter minus temperatures.

    ‘We sit poking small fires, sharing stews and narcotics to numb
the pain. I must escape this brotherhood of ailing flesh. But I
need a coat. I root through a bundle of clothes in a trailer. It’s
solid…a man, already dead. I undress him.’

The crossing-out is a device used frequently in Jim’s therapeutic writing. It works well to suggest a mind still processing experience and at the edges of self-loathing. From his childhood, Jim has been a fan of Joseph Conrad, the inspiration of his early voyaging, and for this he blames his elementary school teacher Miss Thomas. De profundis, he cries out against her well-meant ignition of his imagination, and against the privations it has brought him to:

    ‘I cry out loud to Canada, O Canada, you promised me I’d
reap rewards, find a wife, quickly rise to fame. You asked for
migrant workers but your system’s stacked against me. From
coast to coast, I sawed spruce in freezing temperatures.
Threshed grain in heat no one could stand. Got beaten up by
bulls for riding steel rails I’d laid myself. Swept snow. Built
roads. Bridges. Buried cattle. Did my goddam best.’

At the centre of the story is the crisis that has tipped him over into what might be a severe form of depression. Its origins lie in Jim’s romantic tragedy, the loss of his soul-mate Lizbietta and their child, Mary Oliver’s Canadian half-sister, Mariya. This part of the tale is largely supplied by another ‘found’ document, Lizbietta’s diary which covers the period between April 1932, when they met in the Saskatoon bookshop where she worked, and June 1935. The diary chronicles Jim’s settlement into the Ukrainian community, and the brief period of happiness and stability he found there. The entry for ‘Sunday 25th May 1932’ is the fulcrum on which this section pivots.

    ‘Supper finished, dishes washed and put away, we walked down to
the river, watched the chipmunks for ages, taking the dry grass down
into their little burrows. Scrambled down the steep bank to the
sandy beach below.
    Afterwards we came back to my room. ‘Best day of my life,’ he
said. Same was true for me. Jesus.’

It’s a tough existence, mitigated by love and the support of their friend, Adam, a black porter on the Saskatoon Railroad, and Valentyna and Viktor, Lizbietta’s adoptive parents. Jim is forced to seek work away from home, and it’s on his return from one of these trips that the tragedy strikes. Lizbietta, he discovers, has died in childbirth and his daughter has been taken into the local orphanage. In his grief, he rushes wildly to the Home for Unmarried Girls and Illegitimate Babies and is arrested and committed to a hospital for the insane.

His recovery is largely due to the kind ministrations of Donald Fletcher, the Superintendent of the Whitby Hospital in Ontario where the young Jim finally washes up. Dr Fletcher’s enlightened regime and the gentle company of another inmate, the veterinary scientist Frank Schofield, prove sufficient to bring Jim back to life – a new life in England, with his sisters and eventually with the author’s mother, Kate.

The closing sections are formed principally from ‘Mary J. Oliver’s Note Book’ and ‘Mary J. Oliver’s Canada Diary’. The latter is sometimes a bit on the gushy side:

‘Clocks go back an hour. Again. I can’t believe how vast this country
is.

Taxi drops me off at midnight. Lola rushes into the street. I’m
meeting my first cousin, Queenie’s first-born, Jim’s favourite niece
for whom he stole chocolate when she was six months old. Meeting
her for the first time.

We hug each other in the tree-lined avenue…’

The former contains some of the most telling poems and prose-poems of the collection, which deal with her ambiguous feelings about her dad:

‘It was his job
to give me away

Yet I wasn’t his to give

He never kissed me goodnight
never held my hand
never met me from school
never boiled me an egg’

Among the ‘Found Documents’ there’s an ‘Exchange between my father and me’ from September 1982. In his letter to Mary, Jim explains how he chose her name – after her half- sister, Lizbietta’s lost daughter.

                                       ‘…Naming you after her was my way of surviving
without her. This hasn’t diminished the love I’ve felt for you. I feel in
you I’ve loved you both, but it’s been a love I haven’t known how to
show.

I’m sure that’s hard for you to believe or understand. I could see
your isolation in the family but I was isolated myself and lacked the
knowledge, the guts, to reach out to you.

I hope you one day find a way to forgive me.’

He goes on to tell her how proud he is of her forthcoming exhibition in Glasgow and encloses some drawings of his own. ‘What do you think? Any talent to speak of?’

The reply is five lines long, thanking him for, and praising, the drawings, and advising him to avoid darkening the pencil sketches with charcoal. The outstretched hand isn’t taken. Perhaps in this tribute, published thirty-eight years later, Mary J. Oliver has found her way of forgiving.

It’s an absorbing and thought-provoking book, and one which contains far more than there’s space to summarise here. I’m left, though, with a reservation, and it’s one that Oliver herself may have anticipated in her ‘Verdict’, the last item in the collection. This is simply a quotation from Vladimir Nabokov’s The Real Life of Sebastian Knight: ‘Remember that what you are told is really threefold: shaped by the teller, reshaped by the listener, concealed from both by the dead man of the tale.’ Oliver has declared, in both her Youtube interview and in the ‘Author’s Note’ that ‘where I found gaps in his narrative I have often augmented tantalising fragments of information with imagined details…and merged some events’ and that ‘there are a few invented figures who help move the story forward.’

As with that hybrid creature the ‘docu-drama’ you’re never quite sure where the factual documentation ends and the fiction begins. That’s not to argue that a poet can’t discover truths too deep for taint through empathy, through being there in soul and spirit, but the grey hinterland can be difficult territory. I have my doubts, for instance, about the ‘Document Enclosed in Queenie’s Letter / Bliss in Cape Town, 1921’ which purports to be a letter from a sweet fourteen year old ‘sex worker’ whom Jim encountered when he stowed away at the age of fifteen. No doubt someone will contact me to explain that, no, it’s word-for-word authentic; that’s always the way. Nevertheless, once sown, the uncertainty is there. It’s an unease that emerged again, for me, at one of the key moments in the narrative. The circumstances of Lizbietta’s death are finally revealed to Mary in a letter from Serge, Valentyna & Viktor’s son, dated 5th February 2008. The shock of the discovery of her body has caused him to become mute—for the rest of his life. His written account leaves a vivid impression, but he dates the event as happening in the drought of June 1936. According to Jim’s evidence, Lizbietta’s death occurred in ’35 and Jim was already in the Whitby Hospital by then. Old men, of course, can easily make slips with dates, even if they claim their memory is ‘excellent’. The incident is so heart-rending you wouldn’t want to make it up. The reader’s already on-side with Jim Neat. His story is compelling enough without dramatic embellishment.

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'Jim Neat' by Mary J Oliver is a heart-breakingly sad story, yet an inspirational work of art. I was gripped from start to finish. I highly recommend reading this book.
K.Jones, Penzance

11/11/2019 - 13:13

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'Jim Neat' by Mary J Oliver is a heart-breakingly sad story, yet an inspirational work of art. I was gripped from start to finish. I highly recommend reading this book.
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