Chad Faries

Chad Faries creates a sordid rabbit hole world for his readers, but reminds us throughout that this wasn't Wonderland. It was his childhood.

A great coven of women characters who are flawed but far from witches (even if they might refer to themselves as such), populate the pages, each hogging up their fair share of paragraphs. Yet, somehow, the story of a little boy growing up (pretty much on his own) unfolds. There certainly is love in all of the 24 houses Faries experiences in, even though much of that love is carnal.

Faries portrays his upbringing with an honesty that is as refreshing as it is poetic. Many may have trouble accepting the reliability of a hamster (the last chapter's narrator), but there is no denying he lived through an odyssey in the first ten years of his life. A truly amazing story about a Green Lantern loving, Barbie fornicator who survives the nomadic tendencies of his mother, who is herself very much a child growing up on the road.… (altro)

Drive Me Out of My Mind, by Chad Faries

These days memoirs are a dime a dozen, glutting the market with tales of the self-absorbed. Fortunately, Chad Faries stands out in this crowded field with his unique tale of childhood in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Drive Me Out of My Mind: 24 Houses in 10 Years, a Memoir, follows Chad’s childhood from roughly 1971 to 1980. Chad’s singularly strange upbringing and poetic sensibility create a memoir unlike any other. Most memoirs focus on bourgeois nuclear families and the travails of growing up middle-class in the suburbs. In childhood, Chad discerned the differences of his family and “families on TV.”

Chad’s non-traditional family includes his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother. On occasions, he encounters the Man-Worth-Mentioning, a father figure who isn’t a danger to him or his mother.

In abandoned mining towns in the UP, Texas trailer parks, and a central Wisconsin university town, Chad witnesses a cavalcade of father figures. Throughout his memoir, we see his relationship with his mother grow stronger and stronger, despite her many failings and weaknesses. Throughout the tale, the mood is both childishly naïve and culturally postapocalyptic. His transformation from child of the post-Sixties lumpenproletariat to university professor makes him, in the words of the late Hunter S. Thompson, like “a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger.”

Because Chad is a poet, he creates a memoir that is both feral and visionary. Other critics have compared him to David Sedaris (and like Sedaris, Chad is indeed funny), but his kaleidoscopic vision comes closer to that of reclusive visionary artist Henry Darger and the early years of Iggy Pop. Scenes of graphic violence combine with passages of strong maternal love and a boy trying to find his place in the world. In order to make sense of the chaos, the drugs, and the poverty, he seeks comfort in a Barbie doll and his homemade Green Lantern ring.

The Green Lantern ring becomes a talisman. During the tough times, Chad, like his hero, uses his ring and his imagination to make things materialize to solve whatever problem faces him and the ones he loves. Each chapter ends with the words, “And then we moved.” In a life of wild events and constant movement, it provides a kind of refrain, contextualizing the events.

The memoir ends with a transcribed interview between Chad and his relatives in 1981 – 1982. In the chapter, he is getting a tattoo from his aunt while he talks with his mother about her life experiences. The chapter comments upon everything that came before as it calls into question what was true and what was misremembered. Like tattooing, the memoir is a process, with words and memories creating a compelling narrative whereas a tattoo artist creates art from ink on skin. Drive Me Out of My Mind is a visionary memoir of love and art and passion and scars, an indelible life where the raw materials of abandoned mines, a Marvel superhero, and controlled substances create a visionary artwork.

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The Book of Knowledge by Chad Faries

With inspiration taken from Arthur Mee’s turn of the century work called The Children’s Encyclopedia, “that cared nothing about alphabetization,” Chad Faries wrote The Book of Knowledge. Like The Children’s Encyclopedia, this little volume of poetry represents “a tapestry of complete knowledge,” embracing everything from cartography to sexuality to regional history (in this case, Iron County, Michigan) to animals and the avant-garde. Published by the puckish literary upstart calling itself The Vulgar Marsala Press, the Book of Knowledge has four sections with abundant illustrations peppered throughout.

Faries possesses a poetic voice intellectual, eccentric, and playful. Despite his PhD in Creative Writing from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, its nice to see him not take himself too seriously. In answer to the poem entitled “Why is it bad to sleep with flowers in your room?” Faries writes:

The reason is a very good one. They may
no longer be beautiful as they once
were, and they are constantly exposing
their beautiful genitals which makes the world
envy and creates war and destruction,
makes magazines like Barely Legal
and Young Dumb and Full of Come.

The vulgarity appears when we anthropomorphize the flowers, the two porn mag titles underlining the absurdity of the notion.

Faries remains sympathetic to the natural world. In the titular poem to the section called “Horse Latitudes” (theme: cartography), he writes from the perspective of the horse. Each poem in the section contains an excerpt from Bite Size Geography: 150 Facts You Won’t Believe. The aforementioned horse latitudes got their name from unusually calm parts of the sea. The sailors ended up jettisoning their horses from the cargo since the horses would consume part of the precious water supply.

Today is the calm I fear
I have drunk my last water.
The sea boys are shrugging
their shoulders and dragging their feet
along the saltwater deck. Their eyes

are shifty and perverse
and they evaluate. Reckless
equations of weight and mass
ache in their heads.

In terse language, slightly off-kilter and loaded with dread, Faries unwinds the tale of this doomed horse. The same “shifty and perverse” boys can be seen whenever the UN or IMF holds a summit or conference to discuss energy or food policy. The First World makes some “reckless equations of weight and mass” and decides which Third World nation to throw off the deck to preserve what resources we haven’t polluted, made radioactive, or consumed.
The Book of Knowledge is Faries’s sophomore collection, although he has had poetry published in numerous venues. It’s a book that is playful and profound. This reviewer looks forward to seeing more from Chad Faries. For those gun-shy regarding small presses and what they offer, this book is a great entrée to The Vulgar Marsala Press.

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