Small Glimpses of a Greater Constellation: Kuessipan by Naomi Fontaine

I’m back with another slight book full of gorgeous moments and understated beauty. These may very well be my favourite types of books.

Kuessipan is the debut novel of Innu writer Naomi Fontaine, and it was published in 2011, when she was only twenty-three years old. (The English-language edition, translated by David Homel, was published in 2013.) Written originally in French, this book is a series of vignettes based on the small community of Uashat, Quebec, where the author was born. The ancestral lands of the Innu extend through large areas of Labrador and eastern Quebec. Uashat means “the bay” in the Innu language, and the town is located along the St. Lawrence River, in one of the northernmost areas to have a paved connection to the rest of Quebec’s road network.

Kuessipan at times reads like a memoir and at times like a cycle of poems. It does not have a traditional narrative, but instead offers disjointed moments in time and glimpses of understanding. These moments walk on the thin edge of a blade, balancing between hope and despair. The feel of this book is gentle, tactile, almost precarious.

The sense of place is strong; the details that Fontaine notices are basic but not obvious. She sketches out landscapes, homes, people, experiences, and feelings—bridging them with a sharp eye and acute insight, drawing lines and making connections. The result is a collection of snapshots that leave you feeling like you have been witness to the baring of souls.

Certain themes recur: the natural world, motherhood, belonging and longing, sacred spaces, the tension between knowing something and feeling it. So much is captured in this handful of small moments. The point of view shifts from page to page, fluid like the ubiquitous lakes, the river, the water in the bay. Sometimes the voice speaks as a first person, the I intimate and confessional; sometimes it shifts into third person, observant and perceptive. Occasionally the voice speaks in the second person, its you affirming, alleging, revealing.

Kuessipan means “your move” or “your turn” in the Innu language. The book invites you consider the patterns of your own life, and also the patterns in the text. These individual stars expand into greater constellations, and it is up to the reader to do their part in piecing them together, recognizing the links and the shapes—in a sense, building the community.

There is a beauty and a heart-wrench to this book that makes me ache. It is a book that asks something of us, and those are truly the best books of all.