Recently, in about a seven day period, I read five books. It was a feverish reading spree, starting with Barbara Kingsolver’s The Poisonwood Bible, followed by Flight Behavior, her latest book. I also read Karen Joy Fowler’s We Are Completely Beside Ourselves, Maureen McHugh’s Mission Child, and Michael Frayn’s Spies. This is one of the great luxuries of my summer, although even in summer it is not easily done. But reading good books is one of the things that keeps me alive.
Archive for July, 2013
I was listening to an old Hindi film song not long ago in which a man addresses a woman thus. “You, who are smiling so, what sorrow does your smile conceal? Tears in your eyes, laughter on your lips…” The original is much more elegant than my translation, but the idea is clear. There are people who might be some of us, or all of us at some time or another, who are — despite appearances — swimming upstream through a river of sorrow.