The house across the street has a single row of clear white lights along the eaves and it’s built close to the ground, cabin-style, with trees on all sides. Behind it, the trees erupt out of Shield rock that is nearly as tall as the apartment building in the distance beyond, the slope steep now covered with a thin layer of snow. The sun sets around 4:30, and the house grows dark enough in the mid-afternoon, that the sensor on the light above the stairs begins to glow in anticipation. (It’s so dark at night, here, that I cannot see my hand in front of my face. I’m grateful for that light, then.)
Reading this week’s story and lecture was a two-afghan event. Now it’s an exercise in balance, whether to open the drapes when there’s a bit of sun or whether to keep them closed to disrupt the heat seeping out. And rugs are no longer elements of comfort that potentially draw out an accent colour in a room; they are the layer beneath your feet that determines how often your toes will cramp against a cold floor. (Since I made Susan shiver with all this, I feel compelled to say that winter is my favourite season, so this isn’t a sorrowful situation for me! Hee hee)
This week I pulled a few short story collections off the shelves, curious to see which of Margaret Atwood’s short stories were included, most curious to see which of her own stories she included in the 1978 edition of The Oxford Book of Canadian Short Stories –“The Sin Eater” from Bluebeard’s Egg, a story which fits perfectly with the lectures in Payback.
The fourth lecture in Payback is “The Shadow Side”, which is primarily preoccupied by revenge. Of course I thought about elements of Alias Grace and The Robber Bride, but in the lecture Atwood is still talking about Dickens (Scrooge, yes, but more importantly the experiences of Charles Dickens’ father in debtor’s prison) and mythology (promising that the last lecture will be memorable in Pandora-and-her-box style) and religion (as it relates specifically to Shakespeare’s “The Merchant of Venice” and how being Jewish and Christian informs his characterisation of Antonio and Shylock, which contradicts much of what my tenth-grade English teacher had to say about all that because—spoiler—Antonio is not such a good guy after all).
She’s also got a slightly different take on “Hamlet” which she describes as a “Revenge Tragedy” but with a Shakespearian twist: “it’s the slowness of the revenge, not its rapidity, that results in the dead-body pyramid at play’s end.” She made me laugh out loud quoting Elmore Leonard’s Get Shorty in regard to mob politics. Her wit peppers these lectures, as when she describes the two types of taxation systems: “ones that are resented and ones that are really resented.” Just when I start to think maybe the subject matter is too serious for a cold and dark November evening, she makes me giggle.
The next story in my Dancing Girls reading is “Under Glass” which was originally published in Harper’s. The story opens and closes with the image of a plant raised in cloistered circumstances, forced to thrive in an unfamiliar habitat with particular tending and monitoring. Overall, readers are intended to wonder: how can a woman thrive in a situation which does not promote her growth, without attention paid to her needs and desires.
The story left me feeling a little sad. And with a craving for French fries. Even though they don’t sound very appetising here.
There’s a sense of disruption throughout the story, of things being off-kilter: “The air shimmers with rock music and the smell of exhausted french fries. Though it is winter the room reminds me of a beach, even to the crumpled paper napkins and pop bottles discarded here and there and the slightly gritty texture of the cheeseburgers.”
And not only the woman at the heart of the story is unhappy, but the other women she observes around her, too: “I check the cashier as we go out: cashiers fill me with dismay. I want them to be happy but they never are. This one is waterlogged and baggy, saturated with too much sound and too many french fries. She is apathetic rather than surly. Fight back, I tell her silently.” (In another version of the story, I imagine her slipping a copy of Sister Outsider into the cashier’s purse.)
There’s a sense of despair front and centre. (Unlike, say, in the first story, where the woman could well have felt this way before she moved into the apartment building, or with might happen after the second story ends, and more akin to what happens in the third story, which is one of the stories selected for inclusion in a collection of Canadian short stories by women that I was browsing through this week. If you are curious about this month’s earlier MARM posts, each of these links will bring you up to date.)
And the despair reeks of stagnation: “Sometimes I go into the bathroom and turn the taps on and off, taking drinks of water and sleeping pills, it give me the illusion of action.”
And her silence is overwhelming: “I want to tell him now what no one’s ever taught him, how two people who love each other behave, how they avoid damaging each other, but I’m not sure I know. The love of a good woman. But I don’t feel like a good woman right now.” (If you’ve been watching the third season of “Love is Blind”, I’m sure you have THINGS TO SAY about this passage.)
In the novel Atwood recommended by Jess Walter, The Cold Millions, we’ve slipped back in time, a couple of decades. I’m distressed by the fact that I do not understand the relationship of the preface to the novel proper, because I know that—somewhere along the way—I am likely to develop an attachment to the characters from that early scene and that won’t end well. But, meanwhile, the documentary I’m watching on Kanopy about the Wobblies has such cheerful little songs, that that seems impossible.
And, how about you: how is your MARM coming along in 2022? (This is the fifth iteration of Margaret Atwood Reading Month: here are links to previous participants’ posts, if you’re looking to reminisce or to find some inspiration to join. If you notice that one of your earlier posts is missing, please let me know!)
The cold and darkness that’s enveloping sounds a) chilly but b) perfect reading weather! Atwood is great at making me giggle too. Not LOL, but giggle for sure.
Sometimes she does make me laugh out loud. But mostly it’s a steady stream of chortling from me!
This is Or-stray-lia, so no bears, though I did see the back half of a long thick black snake disappear into a mate’s woodpile last week. You mentioned Wobblies on Kanopy last week too. Did a search (I use DuckDuckGo) and found yes, they are the anarchist workers of the early 1900s. I have always been fascinated by them, and would have joined if I could have. The seminal text on Australian Wobblies is ‘Sydney’s Burning’ by Ian Turner. My son borrowed my old hardback from the 1970s, bought me a paperback replacement, and lost it in transit. When he was a teenager all my marxist and anarchist books were distributed to his friends (without me knowing). I hope they did some good. Very few of them came back.
Hah! That’s funny. It also creates quite an interesting image of your bookshelves, or book storage, too-that he could have located so many volumes of interest and pilfered and distributed them, without your being able to notice!
Ohhh, you would love their songs. Very boisterous and spirited with clear rhymes! My partner (who rarely comments on the strange sounds that erupt from my viewing) was compelled to query! It’s taking me awhile to both finish watching the documentary and read the book, but I think it’s so curious how truly international the movement was.
As for snakes, there is a character in Kali Fajardo-Anstine’s new debut novel Woman of Light (it might make good listening for your project, if available) who keeps them as pets, and they have forever changed my thinking about snakes (like Sterling North forever changed my thinking about raccoons with Rascal…not in a way that means I have either a pet racoon or a pet snake).
Your reference to Love is Blind made me laugh out loud – I was not expecting that in a MARM post! 🙂
I had a craving for french fries today too! Only because the smell of grease was drifting over from somewhere while I was watching the parade.
I love Margaret Atwood giggles!
Love is Blind and greasy snacks: a perfect combination! Hee hee
We’ve reached that point here too, open the curtain a little to let some light–but also cold–in, or keep the curtain closed, stay warm and turn on a light. It really is a conundrum! You are having a really good MARM!
It’s also making for interesting walks too. I’ve yet to see a bear here (but our neighbour saw a cub in front of the house one night…too late to wake me to show me!) but now we can see the tracks in the snow when we’re out exploring.
Ooops, I meant to say something about the cold! As someone who does NOT like being cold, your descriptions fill me with horror!! Much happier with our approaching summer months and some warm sunny days finally thawing out my winter bones!
But I do love a grandma blanket on cold days, and warm fluffy socks. I just get tired of wearing so many layers of clothes every day.
Oh, dear! Heheh You and Susan: I’m sorry! I truly find it a comforting scene to look out at that snowy little home across the way while I’m all bundled up…and now I’ve made you shivery. Because the summers have gotten so extreme in recent years, I’ve become a winter person through-and-through. But I can see why it doesn’t appeal to everyone.
I used this month to finally finish Atwood’s latest essay collection, Burning Questions. I’ve been reading it since March. Savouring it since March is a more accurate discription. I loved how clever, surprising dashes of humour turned up when I least expect them!
https://bronasbooks.com/2022/11/26/burning-questions-margaret-atwood-canessays/
What a rewarding way to approach this volume, especially considering all the years that it took to write/create those essays, you’ve approximated that by giving each of them air to breathe as you took them in. I’ll leave a more specific comment on your post! (I’ve been taking months and months to reread Audre Lorde’s essays and don’t have any sort of excuse for it really because you could slip the whole book into the pocket of a winter coat.)
The sun sets about 4.30pm here too at the moment, although living in London it just means everything takes on that orangey glow, I can’t imagine not being able to see my hand in front of my face!
Ahh, yes, I miss that. There’s still something comforting in that glow somehow. There are streetlamps here of course, as this is still city living, just northern city living, but sparsely located; one is fairly close by but mostly obscured by a tall pine and the other is far enough away so that doesn’t cast any light our way but is rather Narnia-ish when admired from this darkened corner. It is a certain kind of peaceful, but can verge on mournful.
Reading and quilts: a winter solace…
But of course your quilts are artworks, too! 🙂
Good old-fashioned approaches to staying warm! We’ve ordered an electric lap blanket and two water bottles as those are more immediate solutions than finding all the weak points and (re-)insulating our house, which we probably can’t achieve until next winter. Energy prices have skyrocketed here and, though we’ve always been stingy with heating anyway, it makes us even more reluctant to keep comfortable indoor temperatures. I do wish I was hardier.
Atwood’s was my favourite story in The Decameron Project. I think I saw that it will be reprinted in her forthcoming collection.
It’s hard to prioritise when basically everything needs to be done all at once, so it sounds like you’ve got a good idea to stagger the responsibilities. We are the same about heat: bring on the sweaters! FWIW I have found the layer between foot and floor crucial. (But maybe you’ve already resorted to boots and wool socks. LOL)
It was my favourite too, IIRC. I liked the whole collection just fine, but I really thought her contribution was key.
My MARM is coming on quite well thank you. I have read some marvellous non-fiction pieces and will be posting about them tomorrow!!
Yay, I’m looking forward to it: it sounds like a great collection!
Your opening two paragraphs made me shiver in sympathy!
I actually love the winter, so I don’t mind personally, although it is harder to keep focus and work in the dark, when it’s so tempting to pile on the afghans and snuggle instead.