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Abundance of the Infinite

by (author) Christopher Canniff

Publisher
Quattro Books
Initial publish date
Nov 2012
Category
General
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    ISBN
    9781927443163
    Publish Date
    Nov 2012
    List Price
    $4.99

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Tormented by his wife’s apparent determination to abort their child, a psychologist travels to a small coastal fishing town in South America, where his recently deceased father lived. There, he discovers many unsettling truths about himself and his family which eventually transform his reality into a lucid, disparaging dream from which he may not be able to escape…

About the author

Christopher Canniff mentored with MG Vassanji and David Adams Richards.  He published in Descant, shortlisted in the Matrix Litpop Awards and the Ken Klonsky Novella Contest, and sold scripts to the Twilight Zone Radio Dramas. He won a short novel contest with LWOT Magazine and published in an anthology with Tightrope Books. He wrote travel articles for WorldTeach, an organization based at the Harvard Institute for International Development for which he worked.

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Excerpt: Abundance of the Infinite (by (author) Christopher Canniff)

1 / Yelena and her doctor had terrible news. The ultrasound and the blood test done at eleven weeks had revealed both Down syndrome and a possible heart defect in the fetus. More conclusive testing could be done, but the results were fairly certain. Atypical cell division in either the sperm or the egg meant this was either my fault or hers, our individual culpability impossible to discern. The child, a girl, would have some degree of mental retardation, the possibility of childhood leukemia, and the possibility of abnormalities in the immune and gastrointestinal systems, dementia, and seizures. She would develop a flattened face, a small head and a short neck. A team of professionals would be required, among them a pediatric cardiologist, a developmental pediatrician, physical and occupational therapists and neurologists. All of this, as explained by the doctor and through subsequent research, for a child which, with Yelena over forty years old and both of us only one year into our marriage, was unplanned. Yelena declared that she might want the pregnancy terminated as her doctor has encouraged her to do. / This announcement came on the same day that my mother called to inform me of what should have been, by comparison, the almost inconsequential news that my father, who I had not seen since I was a child, has died of cancer in Ecuador—a pronouncement that made me feel more of a sense of loss than I should have, and more than I imagined I was capable of feeling for this man who I have not seen in decades, who abandoned me from an early age and who left my mother early on in their marriage before the onset of her constant drinking, for reasons largely unknown to my mother and, by extension, myself. / “Giving a child up for adoption is easy,” I explain one evening during a candle-lit dinner of confit de canard, roasted potatoes with garlic, and dark Pommard wine—a wine Yelena drank, but as I do not drink, I never touch, a wine smelling fruity and floral and, she says, tasting of minerals that are heady on the tongue. I have no experience with adoption and therefore have no justification to make my claim. Additionally, I could never imagine myself giving my child away to anyone. But still, I am of the opinion that I need to convince her of its veracity in order to see our child born into the world. / She looks down and shakes her head sullenly. “I will become too attached,” she says in her characteristically slow and strained, but still forceful, Russian-inflected English. Lowering her fork onto her plate, she adds: “I will not be able to just hand it over to a stranger when it’s born.” / “That doesn’t make any sense,” I reply, without explaining the obvious contradiction between this statement and the announcement she had made earlier. “Let yourself be attached to it.” / At that moment, I realize that the last sentence she spoke was uttered with an odd, even slightly vigorous conviction. / I plead further but she will not listen, choosing instead to rationalize and justify, finishing her wine and then rolling the dark stained cork around on the table as she alludes to the mediocre and inferior life the child will have, and the burden the child will place upon us for the duration of our lives. She speaks of the special schools in which the child will need to be enrolled, and the ongoing cost of institutions once the child becomes an adult. She feels pressured by her doctor to decide now, in order to avoid medical risks that he said will be associated with a late termination.

Editorial Reviews

An expedition through the emotional terrain of a man on a quest, Abundance of the Infinite is a succinctly crafted gem of a story. Author Christopher Canniff’s intuitive writing style masterfully blurs the line between dream and reality, torment and tenderness.