Friday, May 31, 2024

Book Six: The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

I didn't quite get this book as I read it. I should have realized some things before they were revealed. 

There are four narrative threads.

One: Iris, an elderly Canadian woman in ill-health, is writing her life story in the late 1990s, focusing on the tumultuous 1930s and 1940s--years of depression, war, labor unrest, and social upheaval. Iris is seemingly passive, someone that life happens to. I wouldn't call her an unreliable narrator, but she is circumspect, often alluding to things rather than making forthright statements. 

Two: Newspaper clippings punctuate events related to Iris's life such as marriages, births, deaths, and social engagements.

Three: An unnamed couple meet secretly in whatever temporary lodgings the man can find. She seems to be wealthy, while he seems to be in some kind of political trouble--a wanted man.

Four: The Blind Assassin. The man tells the woman a story about children on the Planet of Zycron blinded by their work making carpets. Most of the children become prostitutes, and some become assassins. The Blind Assassin is also the name of a novel published by Iris's sister Laura. 

I took my time reading this book. Atwood is such a good writer, I often stopped to re-read sentences and paragraphs and marked passages I especially liked. 

Although I didn't understand it as I was reading, I came to appreciate Atwood's four-narrative approach. I remember seeing multiple narrators for the first time in Norah Loft's Jassy, one of my favorite books. 

I've been going through the book to note passages I marked. 

Here's one as Iris is working on her manuscript:

Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It's all the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get?

Here Iris is betrayed by her own body.

Just when you need it, just when you could use an arm or a leg, suddenly the body has other things to do. It falters, it buckles under you; it melts away as if made of snow, leaving nothing much. Two lumps of coal, an old hat, a grin made of pebbles. The bones dry sticks, easily broken. 

At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down. 

After a bad dream.

When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things and people too--leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. 

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been. 

I'm holding on to this book. It's well worth a re-read or two.

Wednesday, May 29, 2024

Two Weeks Plus

It's been over two weeks since my last post on May 13. I thought things were beginning to turn around then. By Wednesday night (the 15th) I had already done the weekly shopping and laundry, gone to the gym, taken care of the birds, reviewed documents for and attended a condominium owners meeting. 

Jace and I were on a Thursday morning walk when a large, unleased puppy ran over to us.This was our third encounter.The puppy would usually run around ignoring his human as he called after him. This time, he knocked Jace over, jamming my middle and ring fingers in the leash that I was holding. 

One of the first things I did when I got home was to take off my wedding ring. I remember my mother hurt her hand and they had to cut the ring off in the ER. As for me, I decided not to go to the ER. My first thought was the money (Yes, I have insurance, but...) An urgent care center? I figured my fingers didn't hurt enough to be broken. What could they do?

I consulted Dr. Google. After a few searches, I found a treatment for jammed fingers using RICE--rest, ice, compression, elevation. I used a wrap in our freezer--probably for wrists and/or ankles--and wove it around my fingers. Later I taped my fingers together. 

Luckily, this happened to my left hand--I'm righthanded. My middle finger bore the brunt of the bruising and swelling, but my ring finger was also hurt. By Thursday, I could do most things that I needed to----but I had to adjust how I do myriad things--tying my shoes, opening the car door, sorting laundry, opening cans, carrying plates, lifting things. 

I still can't make a proper fist, but each day my fingers get better. This nagging injury made me realize how lucky and thankful I am for my good health. I won't take that for granted. 

I was determined to finish this post this morning. This was my third attempt. I have other things I want to write about, books, book sales, my birthday dinner. 

It's also a good day to pick up some free weights and see if I can properly grasp them.

I'm back.

Monday, May 13, 2024

A Good Start

I woke this morning around 6:30, feeling pretty well-rested. 

I went to the gym and included cardio for the first time in a month.  

I ran three errands, changed the bed, and sorted the laundry. 

I took Jace on three walks. 

It's not a red-letter day by any means, but it's not the day of a lethargic person in a deep funk.

Sunday, May 12, 2024

The Week That Was

I started this post on Thursday but didn't get very far. I was supposed to return to it Friday and then Saturday.

Now, it's Sunday: let's see how I do. 

It's been a long week. I've been in a funk--off and on--for about a month. This week has definitely been an on funk week. I feel inept. I can seem to get things done like cleaning. It's not like I have a kitchen sink full of dirty dishes, but I've done minimum cleaning. I guess I just don't care enough.  

Jace and I have been doing a lot of walking this week because we had some nice weather. Walking's been my main source of exercise recently, though I did go to the gym twice this week. My right leg has been aching, but luckily walking doesn't bother it usually. 

Today is Mother's Day. As a dog mom, I got a t-shirt and card from Jace. We're having sushi for dinner, so I don't have to cook. Today I'm giving myself off from chores and cleaning. They will still be here tomorrow. 

Jace and his Hedgehog

 



I just found this photo in my list of drafts and wanted to share it--better late than never. This is the toy that Jace brought with him when he came to love with us. 

Sunday, May 5, 2024

Cinco de Mayo, Lola, Rabbits, and Traffic

Today is Cinco de Mayo, but it feels more like Cinco de Marzo. It's cold with a high of 52 degrees, overcast or rainy. I had to break out my gloves again. We'll celebrate Cinco de Mayo indoors. I made sure to use our Cinco de Mayo beagle towel today. 

May 5 is also Lola's designated birthday. We selected it because it was Spike's half-way day (explanation here.) We've had a lot of Lola's days recently. We still miss her. 

On Thursday, Jace and I saw our first rabbit of the season on our morning walk. Yesterday, we saw our second. This rabbit didn't react to Jace, just sat there. I urged it run away and it did. Eventually. 

There was a horrible three-vehicle fiery accident on Thursday that took out all the lanes of I-95; all vehicles had to leave the highway and most ended up on Route 1. That was also the day I finally returned to the gym on Route 1. Needless to say, the traffic was horrendous. Luckily, the highway has been reopened. Unfortunately, the fire seriously damaged the Fairfield Avenue Bridge, and it was demolished over the weekend. It will take about a year to rebuild, so we'll continue to have traffic issues. Walking with Jace on Saturday, I was surprised at how much traffic I saw on side, side roads. It shouldn't be as bad as it was on Saturday, but we'll have to deal with detours and additional traffic for awhile. 

Wednesday, May 1, 2024

Welcome May!

May is my second favorite month after September. It's my birthday month, the month when the nice spring weather takes hold, the month when school years or semesters are almost over, and the month when lilacs and lilies of the valley bloom.

I was writing in my journal last night about seeing May as new beginning, another new year. Well, so far, I'm not off to a stellar beginning. I did dress to return to the gym, but was moving slowly this morning, and generally felt off. So, I blew off the gym again, quoting Scarlett O'Hara, "Tomorrow is another day." At least Jace got me out walking. I also exercised today--mostly stretching and balance work. 

Tomorrow looks like a beautiful day. I need to take advantage.