Archive for March, 2012
Do you love reading? I sure do, and I hope it will never become one of those lost arts, even if eventually paper becomes obsolete and books turn into interactive playthings. I do love holding an actual book and turning the pages back and forth, but I imagine that young children will grow up with a similar love for e-readers.
I have always been a bookworm. I learned to read in kindergarten, using the Dick and Jane series. That very first day, I found myself entranced by this giant book full of letters. “See,” it said on the first page. Then “See Dick,” and so on. I ate up this new magic world. I read and read and read. You couldn’t get me to come to the dinner table. You couldn’t get me to go to sleep at night. I would pretend to fall asleep and then sneak into the bathroom and lock the door.
Once I became a grownup, I realized that this behavior wouldn’t do. I had to curtail my reading habits, or I would never graduate from college, let alone hold down a job. I reined myself in. I stopped reading light fiction, because I would never get any sleep. I just keep telling myself “only a few more pages,” until it is either morning or the novel slows down or I finish it.
Every once in a while, though, I indulge. For some reason, maybe it is the gloomy weather, I started and finished two novels this past week that I couldn’t put down. The better of the two is Amor Towles‘s Rules of Civility. Each year, the library here in Deschutes County picks a community read and schedules events related to the book. Some years, they choose more than one book. This year, they chose Rules of Civility. The schedule hasn’t been announced yet, but Amor Tores is coming in early May. Since the novel takes place primarily in the late 1930s, there will certainly be events related to that era.
The second novel is Her Fearful Symmetry, by Audrey Niffenegger, who is famous for The Time Traveler’s Wife. Her Fearful Symmetry contains another crazy idea, although not quite as crazy as the idea that a gene could code for enforced, sudden, and violent time travel. Instead, she postulates a ghost who is stuck in her former home and learns to contact the living and have relationships with them. There also is a very sweet, intelligent man with a severe case of OCD (no half issues for Niffenger!) and two sets of ‘identical’ twins.
Rules of Civility looks at relationships to money, career, and love, and, in particular, it asks questions about integrity with regard to those issues. It is written in the first person by a woman who falls in love with a rich man. Because he ends up in a relationship with her best friend, he loses that friendship and she gets into relationships with men she does not love. The book ends with an interesting twist, which has everything to do with keeping integrity both with money and our hearts. I loved the first person approach, as if we are reading a diary and being let into the heroine’s deepest thoughts. Despite the first person format, the feel is a little distant, as if the narrator is not quite engaged in her own life.
Niffenegger’s focus, despite her use of a ghost, is solidly on love and the ties that bind us, and the things people will do for love or to rid themselves of unwanted ties. This is nothing scary about this ghost. I adored the idea of the ghost spying and then trying to be entertained and loved, since I also have a ghost in my novel who is trying to connect with the woman he loves. Her Fearful Symmetry is a very close, personal, book, which rapidly switches POV from one character to the next, even in the same scenes, going into first person and back into third at a dizzying rate. It isn’t confusing, but I did sometimes feel jerked back and forth. Also, the swtcheroo of babies and husbands between the two older twins is a little too slick and difficult to follow. I definitely had moments of: “huh?” who is who? How did they get away with the switch and what does that have to do with the younger set of twins and their father? Otherwise, the drama between the younger twins, who inherit their aunt’s flat, and their downstairs neighbor, plus the man upstairs, kept me engaged.
Unfortunately, I guessed the book’s end long before I got there. I kept hoping that it would end differently than I predicted, but it didn’t. I do think that Niffenegger could have done more with her ghost, like she did with time travel. Still, it proved a light, fun read.
- Audrey Niffenegger Talks Book Design, Art & Collecting (finebooksmagazine.com)
- Her Fearful Symmetry on Goodreads
- Amor Torres on Goodreads (goodreads.com)
Have you ever wondered if shamanism could help you? I think a lot of people have, because books like The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz fly off of the shelves. Carlos Castenada‘s books still inspire us to suspend disbelief and think that maybe we could enter a magical world, if only we could meet a teacher like his Don Juan.
I had the good fortune to take a workshop with one of Don Miguel Ruiz’s students when I still struggled to emerge from my ‘dark night of the soul.’ During this workshop, I had a particularly amazing experience. We did an exercise where we lay on the ground around an old tree, and visualized ourselves going down and down and down into the earth. I did this, sliding down the roots of the tree in my mind, and I came upon a stream and turned into a seal. I swam down the stream and then I “saw” a huge cavern, with a lake at the bottom. I turned back into me, caught a ride on an eagle to the opposite side, and journeyed onward until I came to a door. As I stepped through that door, I disappeared and turned into pure space and oneness and I re-collected myself on the other side as a changed person. When our leader asked us to return from our visionary travel, I retraced my steps across the lake and up the tree roots.
Now I know that this all happened in my mind. My body stayed under the tree the whole time. However, it had a deep and lasting effect on me. It healed me, not completely by any means, but substantially. For a long time after, I could lie down and retrace my steps down into the earth and past that cavern, and learn something about myself. And then one day, it was as if the universe closed the door and I couldn’t go there any more. It was time for me to learn something new.
You might think that I would drop everything and follow this teacher, or Don Miguel, but I can never get that excited about any guru sort, shaman or not. I have, of course, tried workshops and private sessions over the years, of various sorts, with various shamans. Some of them transformed me. Some seemed awesome at the time, yet didn’t really have a long term effect. None cured my asthma, but who knows? Maybe someday. I will never stop searching.
If you are curious, realize that there are many different shamanic/healing traditions and I am using the term shaman very loosely. Even people who live close to each other developed their own healing paths, which can be quite distinct from each other. Some groups blended herbal and other healing practices with shamanism, which has more to do with the soul (ancient psychotherapy) than the body, and some kept them separate. Some use hallucinogens to gain visions and speak to teachers, some do not. All have wisdom to offer us.