Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Rabbit At Rest
When hearing about John Updike's death today, I cast back to a long summer I spent reading his entire Rabbit series, novels that get better with each sequel. I was miserably depressed that summer, not knowing if I was going to leave Texas for Detroit. My then-boyfriend was, umm, not that interested in talking about the subject. At all. Many years younger than he was, I found myself shut down. So I took my solace in the trials of Rabbit Angstrom and drove myself crazy with the age-old Clash question, Should I stay or should I go? Well, dear readers, I went. And never regretted it. I love John Updike's writing and was desperately sad when I finished Rabbit At Rest. I was in motion, but I hated leaving behind that world. Updike understood men and women, the complex pain of marriage and divorce. I remember teaching a story of his in Texas and my students (all very young) were sure that they would never put up with the shit the wife did in the story. Not for one minute. When I taught that story to a more mixed-age group years later, people nodded with understanding. Which is the only fitting response to a world in which nothing is easy.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them." John Updike
Drinking suggestion: a martini lifted for Mr. Updike
Benedictions and Maledictions