Posts Tagged ‘books’

Unhappy Endings and the Never-Read

In The Daily Drool on August 4, 2009 at 4:13 pm

Well, here it is… the end of the book.  I devoured it!  Begun but days ago and swallowed so swiftly…  But before I finish it, knowing the sad end it surely has, I ponder abandoning its tears in favor of perpetual suspension into the Not-Yet-Read therefore Not-Yet-Heartbreaking shelf of my, well, bookshelf. For if I don’t finish it, isn’t that akin to kindness for these characters forced to trod the lonely road of completion?  Or is this just a touch of ennui over too many hours immersed in story…

I know the hero dies at the end of this book.  And I don’t want him to.  Whatever lesson the author wants to teach by his demise seems grossly unimportant… and I am behaving as if by my refusal to read it, it doesn’t happen, both hero and heroine able to go merrily on in their present…

But life isn’t like that, is it?  Even as doom settles over our own lives, we cower before it wanting to freeze time or at the very least fast forward to a time when we can once again imagine happy.  Maybe I’m putting too much thought into things.  It is, after all, just a book.  Yet, there is something so intimate about spending an afternon, days, a week with the people pressed between the covers… it’s hard to let go of them, hard to remind yourself that they are just the fabrication of someone inspired.

I imagine this is less common in people less prone to fancy than myself.  I’ve always been quick to trust in the unseen or unexplained – and I probably will continue to relish every good book not just for the places it took me, but for the life it breathed with the going.

Hmm, all of this pondering as I make dinner and prepare myself for the finishing.  My adorable cat is perched in my lap as I sniffle and slurp over the final chapters of this book I’ve adopted.  And although it’s nice to imagine the story frozen, it’s characters finally free of their arc, I know that I must find out the how’s and the why’s of this particular tale’s end – that I crave the catharsis even though I know it involves puffy eyes and mucus.  And I wonder if mayhaps it is that way with life… Someone watching all of our triumphs and travails with the tissue box nearby, hoping beyond hope for a happy ending but knowing that they’ll stick it out to the end regardless of which way the tide wants to turn…

Reading… finally!

In The Daily Drool on August 3, 2009 at 6:59 pm

I’ve had a luxurious day full of couch and book… something I haven’t had the priveledge of doing in quite a long time.  There’s always a stack of scripts that need reading, or my own writing that needs tending, but today for some blessed reason I gave way to my inner muse and just reveled in one of the many as-yet-un-read paperbacks lining the shelves and retreated into it’s soft papery world.

Ahhh, bliss.

Not to mention the snacks.  One must always have snacks readily available for such a day as this.  I’m reminded of the young boy in Never Ending Story, hiding in the attic at school, barricaded from the storm of adolescence outside and munching on his paper-bag lunch over candlit pages.  It was magical to watch, and although I’m sitting in the well-lit living room of my adult life, I’m still enjoying cold-cuts and soda-pop like a kid…. because that’s what it feels like to take a whole day to dally in the make-believe.  Why is it that we’re submerged in a world of “Immediate” and “Available” and have less and less time to enjoy it?  Shouldn’t we be able to take more time off to breathe rather than run ourselves so ragged that we desperately need it?  When did relaxing become such a luxury and why haven’t we done anything about that?

But (sigh) I’m much too contented at the moment to worry too long on the subject.