Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

#464 The Hunter’s Wife- Anthony Doerr


#464 The Hunter’s Wife- Anthony Doerr

This is an indescribably beautiful piece of writing. Doerr has a quality in his writing, a quality found in very few writers (Haruki Murakami comes to mind as perhaps the only equal) where you stop reading and it feels like you’ve woken from a day dream. The emotional depth in this story is at once strong enough to feel like a thick blanket keeping you warm against a blizzard and still so fragile that by even mentioning it, it might blow away in the wind. It’s magical, and yet grounded-in-the-earth real. Particularly strong is Doerr’s descriptions of the natural word (a quality we saw in his story, The Deep- (#39 in this blog).

The Hunter’s Wife is a seer, one who can tap into the eyes of dead beings, see where they go and what they feel. She lives with the Hunter in his cabin deep in a Montana Valley.

“Both of them lived in the grips of forces they had no control over—the November wind, the revolution of the earth.”

“When he looked out the cabin window he saw wolf tracks crossing the river, owls hunting from trees, six feet of snow like a quilt ready to be thrown off. She saw burrowed dreamers nestled under the roots against the long twilight, their dreams rippling into the sky like auroras.
            With love still lodged in his heart like a splinter, he married her in the first muds of spring.”

Being stuck in the snowed-in Valley all winter (for five years) she was able to hone her skills by touching animals either in hibernation or frozen by the cold. She can see their dreams. By Spring, she gets bored with the wild, as all the animals wake and she can no longer see their dreams.

“More clearly than ever she could see that there was a fine line between dreams and wakefulness, between living and dying, a line so tenuous it sometimes didn’t exist.”

She is a woman living in the winter, while he lives in the Spring and Summer. Yet, he is the one that seems frozen, solidly set in one place at one time, never changing and never thawing. She must leave the Valley and explore the world and share her gift. He stays behind to tend to his hunting and dreaming of wolves.

“He had given up on finding a wolf in that country although they still came to him in dreams and let him run with them, out over frozen flats under the moon.”

Read this story!


Saturday, December 12, 2015

#226 Thawing Out- T.C. Boyle


#226 Thawing Out- T.C. Boyle

Marty is 24 and in the beginnings of a serious relationship with Naina. As it gets more serious, he gets more cold on the subject. He takes a solo vacation that turns out to be a five month long weekend, losing his job, and his girlfriend in the process. Afraid of adulthood and a long term commitment, Marty struggles with adulthood.

The setting and theme is cold water. Naina’s family is Ukrainian and they have an affinity for cold water. Their Polar Bear Club takes a ceremonial frigid dip into the Hudson each winter solstice to reaffirm their lives and virility. Marty needs to take the plunge to rid himself of his selfish adolescent ways.

The plunge has to be voluntary. The accidental fall into freezing water he took in Canada was due to miscommunication, and thus ended in disaster. The real plunge must be embraced, and done on faith; that one will be as warm as bath water.




Saturday, December 5, 2015

#219 The Ice Man- Haruki Murakami


#219 The Ice Man- Haruki Murakami

Murakami has such a unique style, it’s hard to get a finger on sometimes, but seeking its meaning is the adventure his writing offers. His work is mysterious, symbolic, metaphorical, and above all beautiful. In a lot of his work this mystery comes in the form of singular characters, particular, odd, leaning towards the preternatural. Thus is the existence of the Ice Man.

The narrator marries this Ice Man. She is marrying the past, her past. “Ice contains to future, just the past, sealed away.”

Although she enjoys her marriage—they are comfortable, successful, and happy—she becomes unfulfilled and wishes to travel and see more of the world. She feels trapped by the coldness of the past. It is unchanging, dead.

“I’m frozen inside the ice…It’s such a weird feeling. With each passing moment I’m becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating. Everybody is watching this happening to me. They’re watching the past, watching as I slip further and further away.”

They travel to a place she believes her husband would feel comfortable, the south pole. This concession is her end, she has relied to far on the past, and can no longer hope for a future.

“The outrageous weight of the eternal past had grabbed us and wasn’t about to let go. We’d never be able to shake free.”