Showing posts with label redemption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label redemption. Show all posts

Monday, October 17, 2016

#541 The Caretaker- Anthony Doerr


#541 The Caretaker- Anthony Doerr

Doerr’s short stories are not like any of the others I’ve read. They don’t tell stories about everyday occurrences, they don’t try to tap into common themes or try to make connections that the reader can relate to. These are singular tales, each an emotional undertaking that takes us into an experience we would otherwise never think possible.

Joseph is a thirty-five year old Liberian man, doing anything he can do to survive, including theft and looting. His mother is a loving woman, teaches his son English from a dictionary and tends to her garden. When civil war breaks out, she disappears and he is lost. He searches for her but only finds death, and he is forced to kill a man.

He finds his way aboard a freighter and is given an American refugee visa. He gets a job as a winter caretaker at a beach resort in Oregon. When he witnesses a pod of beached whales on the shore, he goes into a depression he cannot find relief from. He buries the hearts of the whales. He is fired from the job because during his depression the house was left in extreme disrepair and he settles into the adjacent forest tending to a garden he has planted over the whale hearts.

One day he saves the life of Belle, the daughter of his former employer. She was about to commit suicide. They begin a secret friendship. She is deaf and teaches him sign language like his mother used to teach him English. They grow the garden together, the only thing Joseph has left of his mother. He is discovered, arrested and when he won’t eat, he is hospitalized. He is on the brink of death, and he seems resolved with his plight.

“There is no fight is Joseph, no anger, no outrage at injustice. He is not guilty of their crimes but he is guilty of so many others. There has never been a man guilty of so much, he thinks, a man more deserving of penalty."

When Belle brings his the fruits of their garden, he eats with absolute joy. It might be a last meal, or it might be redemption. But it is pure light.


Monday, April 18, 2016

#352 The Briefcase- Rebecca Makkai


#352 The Briefcase- Rebecca Makkai

A chef is among 100 prisoners, chained together, being marched through town. He was caught giving aid to rebels, although all he did was feed people who sat at his table. He was after all, a chef. Somehow he escapes his binding, but that leaves the chain, one man short. The guards arrest the nearest man, a professor, strip him of his briefcase, and clothes and add him unjustly to the prison ranks.

The chef, after all the prisoners leave, picks up the professors briefcase and creates a new life in exile. He spends his time reading the professors papers on the nature of the universe. For months, he eats, sleeps and ruminates philosophically on existence:

“The light of my cigarette is a fire like the sun. From where I sit, all the universe is equidistant from my cigarette. Ergo, my cigarette is the center of the universe. My cigarette is on earth. Ergo, the earth is the center of the universe. If all heavenly bodies move, they must therefore move in relation to the earth, and in relation to my cigarette.”

Of course, not having any training in physics or science, his theories about the cosmos were all wrong, but it didn’t matter, did it? The war had flipped the world upside-down and…“The universe has been folded inside out.”

When you literally can no longer be yourself, who are you? Where are you? Why are we here?

Notable Passage: “History was safer than the news, because there was no question of how it would end.”


Friday, April 8, 2016

#343 The Guesthouse- Kirsten Valdez Quade


#343 The Guesthouse- Kirsten Valdez Quade

Jeff has traveled 2,000 miles to take care of his grandmother’s funeral. “Jeff is awash in enervating, aching nostalgia, his limbs thick with it.”

His mother is traveling and doesn’t want to ruin her trip coming back for a funeral, so as usual the family duties fall to him. That’s as it has always been in this family:

“Jeff and his Grandmother were the doers, the fix, and now Jeff is alone. The fact is, he doesn’t know if he’ll survive the loss of her.”

His drug-reformed sister, the one living closest to the grandmother seems untouched by the death, but wants Jeff not keep the house. As it turns out their dead-beat father has been living in the guesthouse for a while secretly from Jeff, his sister, and their mother. He has convinced the grandmother that he is worthy of a second chance, and now he’s on his way to convincing the rest of the family, all except for Jeff. Eventually all snakes get vulnerable after feeding too much.

You know the writing is good when you start feeling the anger of the narrator, and feel some satisfaction when Jeff finally lashes out.



Sunday, October 18, 2015

#171 Babylon Revisited- F. Scott Fitzgerald


#171 Babylon Revisited- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Charlie is revisiting Paris trying to rebuild his life. It was destroyed by the financial crash, over exuberance or youth, and drinking. He was once a great success, married, with a child and everyone about town loved him for his material things. Now without the party atmosphere of the boom, things were more somber.

His wife dead, is child in the custody of his step-sister, and his business somewhat back on its feet he comes hat in hand hoping for redemption. Paris is a different place when you’re not partying:

“I spoiled this city for myself. I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after the another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.”- And tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow –

He is mostly sober taking only one drink a day to remember. He wants his daughter back, he seems matured, and together and lucky to have survived a crash that most did not. His old life keeps revisiting him in the form of former companions and stories of debauchery. They seek him out trying to gain his strength or drag him back to the past.

“They liked him because he was functioning, because he was serious; they wanted to see him, because he was stronger than they were now, because they wanted to draw sustenance from his strength.”

Are his past mistakes too many to overcome?

Notable Passage: “In the little hours of the night every move from place to place was an enormous human jump, an increase of paying for the privilege of slower and slower motions.”