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Every fragment of your life will signify to someone

Book Reviews - 'Wild Roses' by Denn Killian Matthews
Following on from the themes of love tackled in
his collection of short stories, Are You Ready For Love? Denn Killian Matthews, in his first novel, Wild Roses,
addresses some of the wider themes of humanity, in all its sordidness as well as its sympathy and compassion. The story follows the adolescent friendship of Joshua Haigh and Clarence
Clarbourne, growing up in a small20town in Oregon. This friendship is marked by an asymmetrical devotion, bordering on a sado-masochistic
bond: Joshua lives in the shadow of Clarence and adores him, while Clarence is sustained by a dominance that, at times, descends
into disdain. The two find wives and go their separate ways, until Clarence contacts his old friend, offering him a job as
a journalist. Here the relationship continues as before, only now, fuelled by inner tumult and alcoholism, Clarences’s
controlling nature takes a psychotic turn. After one incident, Joshua commits the unthinkable: in self-defence he kills his
best friend. Not knowing what to do, Joshua flees and embarks on a trip that takes him into Canada
and brings him face to face with who he is and his conscience. En route he encounters a string of adventures and characters
whose own flawed lives help him come to terms with his actions and give him the strength to surrender himself into the hands
of justice – although he does not know what the outcome will be. In Wild Roses the reader is introduced into a world where the superficial veneer of daily life is
not all that it seems. The language used displays just enough variation from standard North American English to endow the
speakers with a certain ‘apartness’. The people who Joshua meets and the situations that he has to deal with are
intriguingly out of step with the ordinariness of daily life. This incongruity gives each event and occurrence an added, although
unspecified significance to Josh’s journey, giving his story a meaning that outgrows mere events. Wild Roses is an adventure story with humour
and feeling, but more than this, it is an exploration of self-questioning. A Fatal Friendship In Wild Roses, Denn Killian Matthews describes a young friendship
that develops with such intensity that the outcome results in tragedy, guilt and utter despair. What can it mean to somebody to kill his own best friend? To take the life from somebody
who is so close that he has become part of your own identity? These are20the feelings of guilt, loss and need for atonement
that Joshua Haigh has to try and resolve in Denn Killian Matthews’s first novel, Wild Roses. The story begins in a small town in Oregon where Joshua Haigh befriends Clarence Clarbourne at High School.
This friendship develops, but is never quite on equal terms. Josh is in awe of Clarence, his self-confidence, charm and magnetism,
while Clarence demands such utter devotion from his friend that his attitude seems to be more one of disrespect or disdain
than of friendship. The two young men find wives and go their separate ways, until Josh receives a call from Clarence offering
him a job as a journalist. After accepting the job, their sado-masochistic relationship resumes and intensifies, only now,
with Clarence’s growing inner troubles and alcohol dependency, his actions become psychotic. Tragedy strikes when Josh,
acting in self-defence, is forced to kill his best friend. Confused and
lo st, Josh goes on the run, reaching Canada, in a deluded dream that he will find some sort of peace once he has reached
Vancouver. On his trip he encounters a string of flawed characters and finds himself in bizarre and sometimes dangerous situations.
Finally, at the end of his tether, he gives himself up to the police, not knowing what the outcome of his trial will be. Wild Roses strips the surface off of middle America, revealing a dissonance between the harmony of daily
life and the turmoil that lies beneath. Josh and Clarence’s peculiar relationship, the hidden back stories of the people
who Josh meets en route, the irrational behaviour of Josh – all of these things testify to the existence of a world that we must all know exists but fail to acknowledge. The story of Josh
and Clarence may seem straightforward to onlookers, but deep down there is intrigue and unrest that tells another tale. Wild Roses is a work full of excitement and humour, but is also one that leaves the reader disconcerted at the
perplexities that underlie seemingly everyday scenes.
Francesco Bordo
'The novel starts in Oregon, where Clarence Clarbourne and Joshua Haigh meet at the beginning of their senior year at
high school. They are building up a solid, sensuous and pure friendship throughout university. Kelly becomes Josh’s
idol even though Kelly’s disrespect and digs hurt Josh, who tries to learn from them and grow strong. Kelly’s
ascendency over Josh is obvious until Josh falls in love with Nicole at university, his wife to be. About the same
time, Kelly encounters Trish and they become a married couple.
Kelly declines Josh’s invitation to attend his wedding but,
unexpectedly, Tina, Kelly’s grandmother will honour Josh
with her attendance and be the highlight of the party, as she
would. Tina is one of the various characters in the novel, and
what a character! ‘Terrible Tina’’s longing to stand out and
unpredictability are remarkable, as shown in the scene of
the grocery in which Tina courts a young student. Meg,
Kelly’s high school sweetheart, arranges a ravishing séance
of spiritualism.
Denn Killian Matthews depicts his characters with
humanity and creates vivid relations between them. Josh
will choose to follow Nicole to Illinois, where she will
be the director of a library. One day, Josh receives a
message from Kelly. Josh is carried into the past and
stronger for his influence, Kelly will convince Josh to
return to Oregon to become a journalist -- Josh’s dream.
As during the radio days at university, Josh proves a
quick learner, to Kelly’s discontent. When a grimy
embezzlement case tarnishes Kelly’s image, it is
thanks to Josh that he will avoid being dismissed.
Kelly and Josh’s ‘faux pas’ as well as Kelly’s
growing alcohol problem will cause Josh to do
something which cannot be undone -- Josh
will kill Kelly in self-defence. Panic-stricken, Josh
becomes a man on the run, searching for relief in
action. After a disappointing return to Illinois where
Nicole has replaced him, Josh will scour the roads
through Canada. Along his journey, he’ll meet danger,
women, and will commence a quest for forgiveness
in a series of adventures. Faced with deception, Josh
also has to face his conscience. His adventures will
take him to Vancouver, where he gives himself up to
the police, at the end of his tether. But what will the
outcome of his trial be? The narrative spreads with
the characters in unison and suspense and passion
walk hand in hand. Josh, in his numerous experiences,
acquires the power of differentiation and judgment
while praising uniqueness.'
Gareth Russell
In Denn Killian Matthews's debut novel Wild Roses, an adolescent friendship takes on a sinister
intensity as two young men become consumed by tragedy and despair. Joshua Haigh is poised to kill his best friend, the
man who has meant more to him in life than anyone else. But what has brought Joshua to this appalling conclusion, and what
aftermath will he have to endure if he goes through with it? What can it mean to take the life of someone so close that they
have almost fused with your own identity? Joshua Haigh will have to battle feelings of intense guilt, loss and a desperate
need for atonement in Denn Killian Matthews's first novel Wild Roses. Matthews skillfully analyses the long term
development of the extremes of a twisted relationship and what happens when that relationship comes to a violent end.
Joshua Haigh is the submissive devotee and Clarence Clarbourne the arrogant, selfish, god-like figure controlling their partnership,
a partnership skewered by fear, anger and the ego. The intensity of the men's adolescent union continues into adulthood,
but it is quickly threatened by Haigh's growing desire for independence, something he cannot achieve whilst remaining
in Clarence's shadow. But Clarence is not about to relinquish his absolute control over this all-consuming friendship.
Haigh's journey is an effort to break free from the shackles of this sado-masochistic union and Matthews's exploration
of the corruption of a platonic relationship is both shocking and familiar. Wild Roses reveals the secret turmoil that
lies beneath the seeming serenity of life in Middle America and examines the destructive power of obsessive friendship. A
disconcerting and unforgettable read, Wild Roses highlights the limits of pain and suffering a man can bear before he dramatically
implodes with far reaching consequences.
Hayley Radford
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Book excerpts - 'Wild Roses' by Denn Killian Matthews
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"Tina
was a whole gallery of characters to herself!"..." 'She may be a weirdo but she has much affection for you even
if she doesn't show it.' "
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******************* "...'Everything's wrong. I feel I'm losing
grip on my own life and it scares me to death...' " ******************* ******************* "...We
had such a wonderful time and now comes the time for the truth..."
******************* ******************* " ... To my wonder Kelly invited
me to a session of spiritualism; it was Meg’s latest whim. We would have a picnic in a park first then carry on with
invoking spirits, and this with Owen Wellington in person! The novelty of the idea charmed me in many respects. Owen Wellington
did not attend the picnic, which meant that we were just the three of us. Meg was in charge of the meal, and of course it
was all organic food, even organic dishes.
‘I doubt spirits would address people who have ingested impure food. You are what you eat!’ Meg exclaimed.
‘I hope spirits won’t snub us altogether.’ Kelly remarked airily. Meg methodically
put the crumbs and leftovers away into the basket and swung her braided hair in the wind. We prowled from light to light to
the garage where we had a nap for digestion. A pedestal table which had been polished to a shiny lustre had been placed in
the very middle of the garage. In the centre of the nude table sat a twisted device resembling a pair of compasses. Kelly
stole behind his counter and helped himself to a drop of wine; he served us without prior consultation. Meg frowned at him.
‘No, you’ll mar the session if you fool around. I said purity.’
‘That’s pure wine.’ Kelly teased. Meg waved her hand once in utter contempt. She glanced at her watch, ‘What
time did you tell your mate to turn up?’
‘Half past.’ Kelly replied.
‘Your mate is way past tardiness then.’ Meg underlined sharply.
‘Let’s start without him, can’t we?’ I suggested. Meg gave a little shrug of her shoulders, inclined
her head to one side to signify that she was pondering my proposition. She pulled up a chair and settled at the pedestal table.
In that manner she had expressed her assent. This caused Kelly to cover every light with a delicately chosen piece of square
cloth Meg had brought along specially for the purpose. The garage was now rather dimly lit, so there remained one ritual to
perform before conversing with the spirits – Meg placed Kelly and I side by side and executed odd gestures with her
right hand before both of our visages, moving her lips as if in prayer. She foraged into her handbag and produced an African
model head stabbed with pins, which she laid upside down on a shelf.
‘Darn I can feel it! Hurry on!’ She squawked and took up her place at the table. We joined her; she dragged the
empty chair aside and knocked it over with a tempestuous kick. ‘Now the paramount thing is to summon all your concentration
to establish contact with higher forces. That’s the only way it can work.’ Meg grasped our hands and engaged into
a strange humming. She disengaged from my hand abruptly then from Kelly’s hand in turn. ‘Can you feel it in the
air?’ Meg inquired with a genuinely straight face. I bit my lip in order to keep a straight face and I avoided
Kelly’s look. A booming ‘Yes!’ rang in the garage. It originated from behind, from the door to the stairs
that led into the house. That was Owen Wellington! He stumbled over a dark shape and cursed the lack of light.
‘Bang on’, he drawled in a raucous voice, ‘You bastits ain’t startin’ widout me I hope, I hope,
I hope…’ He jabbed a gun flat on the table and said, ‘I brought dis for a spinning tool in case it’s
of any aid.’ If it was no intention of his, Owen Wellington was well on his way to storm the unborn session. Meg wordlessly
pointed at the knocked over chair and everybody around the pedestal table made room for Owen. ‘Be careful’, he
warned, ‘it’s loaded.’ Meg seized the gun and stepped in double time behind the counter. She came again
empty-handed and took up her seat.
‘Now please everybody, let’s focus on a question for the spirits.’ Meg directed.
‘What question?’ Owen drawled.
‘Each of us will ask a question of their choice in turn, so make up your minds about it.’ Meg explained.
‘And whad’s supposed to happen? And whad’s that thingie? Dat’s a load of old dosh.’ Owen mocked
the hocus-pocus of the ceremony. Meg was obviously striving to keep a straight face but everyone guessed she was on the brink
of flaring up despite the fact that she gave no outward sign of nervousness.
‘Now…’ Meg started.
‘Swell, open fire and pin back your ears.’ Owen interrupted in amused tones. The occasion informed me that Owen
was endowed with a patent talent for ventriloquism. Meg took the plunge.
‘Will Kelly marry me?’ Meg asked nervously. She held her breath, on the qui vive.
‘No.’ Owen breathed in a voice which was absolutely unrecognizable.
‘Have you heard this?’ Meg screeched. We all set our lips, all keyed up by a hanging peal of laughter which was
impending now. We nodded away in synchrony and with fraught solemnity.
‘I believe they have misunderstood my question.’ Meg supposed. She had another turn, and asked the same question
anew.
‘No, no, no.’ Owen’s unearthly voice tolled.
‘Why not? Why not?’ Meg whined, infuriated. No response but an awkward silence. ‘Is there a traitor among
us then?’ Meg went on, gasping. To my utter astonishment we heard my name uttered by the weird voice. Owen and
I broke into a maniacal peal of laughter, whereupon Meg cast a dirty look at me from the corner of her eye then commenced
to weep and Kelly leapt to his feet then gathered Meg in his arms with a view to console her. He glared at Owen and I. In
the same breath Kelly ordered ‘You two are outta here. Right now!’ Owen and I bolted out laughing away.
‘What did you eat?’ I asked Owen once we were outside the garage..."
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************************ "... I stopped for coffee at a gas station
and for some repose in a rest area; I would see more clearly hence and figure out what the next move should be. After some
refreshing slumber it became obvious that I was to flash up to Illinois to join Nicole. I missed her terribly. I would need
to call her first. As I got the answering machine on my first ring, I called again minutes later.
‘Nicky?’ I whispered in a dulcet voice.
‘In person, who else could it possibly be then?’ She replied coldly.
‘Nicky; I know you are not expecting me but I’m on the road now and bound for Illinois, homebound.’ I humbly
said. ‘But before that, I need to know whether the police have tried to contact you.’
‘The what? The police! What’s the matter, Josh? What have you done?’ Nicole queried with apprehension.
‘Nicky honey, calm down, I bid you darling. I have done something that cannot be undone, you see. I killed Clarence
in self-defence. And now I need your help, you understand?’ I announced in a tearful voice. ‘Nicky, there’s
one single question I need to ask you right now. Do you love me?’ I said crisply.
‘Josh, I am sorry if this is not quite the right moment to say this but I won’t lie to you just to tell you what
you wish to hear. Really Josh, you cannot call me and break such terrible news and expect me to support you when you have
killed me and Beth a long time ago by utter disregard and disdain. I sincerely feel sorry for you, yes, but don’t ask
for more, please Josh.’ I knew at this instant that she was not on her own; my suspicions that she had replaced
me found a cutting confirmation in her attitude.
‘I understand, I understand’ I stuttered lamely. ‘I will arrive in two days to gather my stuff and hit the
road to Maine. Bye for now.’ I said.
‘The police have not contacted me yet.’ I hung up, cross. I barrelled straight to Illinois. I booked
a room in a motel and posted myself by the rear of my garden so that I could see without being seen. To think that I would
one day be obliged to book a room in a motel to spy on MY wife and watch MY home -- well it was simply a house now according
to appearances -- would never have crossed my mind. And there I beheld what I expected to. Nicole had changed her hairstyle
and had her hair streaked. I endeavoured to control myself but I could not..."
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************************* "...In the car
she banged her fist at the dashboard. She wound down her window nervously and poked her head out. ‘Damn!’ she
yelled to the sky. She fell silent for a moment or two, no doubt hypothesizing about Heidi’s whereabouts. The idea that
there were manifold secrets she ought to let me in on but she never would gained substance in my mind. All in all, I reckoned
I did not wish to share such secrets.
‘As I said, we cannot live on love alone. Listen to me carefully now. We’ll stop at a toy store near Bathurst’s
exit and get the equipment.’
‘The equipment? Which equipment?’ I was all perplexity and wonder.
‘Do you have money then or do we have to find some?’ I fluttered my credit card at her and raised an eyebrow.
Her lineaments loosened up and she wet her lips. We halted at an automated teller machine. I slipped my credit card into the
slit and typed my PIN number then asked for $2000, but to no avail. The machine had swallowed my card and all my hopes with
it! My jaw fell and I peeped at Thelma with a flabbergasted air. She waved me to jump into the automobile and without a further
word bolted to the toy store. We stepped into the empty store. The door triggered off an amusing jingle as it opened,
and thus signalled our presence..."

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