A child’s eye view: Fight Night, by Miriam Toews, reviewed

Writing from a child’s point of view is a daredevil act that Miriam Toews raises the stakes on in her latest novel. The nine-year-old narrator is meant to have written the words that appear on the page. But then there is something inherently risky about Toews’s whole undertaking as a novelist. She has made her name in fiction that grapples with the restrictive Mennonite community in which she was raised – keeping faith with it and betraying it simultaneously. Her masterly Women Talking confronted the community head on, depicting the secret meetings of a group of women deciding how to respond to pervasive sexual violence. Now we move outside the community to Toronto, where Swiv, with her pregnant mother and her dying grandmother Elvira, a former Mennonite, try collectively to create a life with joy in it in the face of the traumatic ricocheting past.

Swiv has been expelled from school for fighting, and is being haphazardly educated by her grandmother instead (lessons include ‘How to dig a winter grave’). Her mother is full of grief and rage, following the suicide of her sister and the disappearance of her alcoholic husband. Swiv spends much time clearing up the debris after her mother destroys the flat in the night, as well as caring for her grandmother: ‘I have to lift up her rolls of fat to get in the creases, and even wash her giant butt and boobs.’

The book comprises letters that Swiv writes to her absent father, following the advice of the family therapist, and of recorded conversations with her grandmother. This is a family where wit is valued to the point of lunacy. Elvira believes it is through laughter that she can restore joy to their world after the men took it away: ‘They took our life force.