The rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it fell in torrents. The landlord hadn't turned on the heat, the Denver Marathon was still streaming down Santa Fe Drive, and the myth series reading group was due to meet at Miss Prothero's. I called the members of the group and gave them encouragements and warnings. The option of not meeting was laid on the table, but bless their hardy souls...They all came anyway. Street closures and bad weather be damned! Mythology or ritual story telling is what we used to use to connect with one another. The group wanted to connect, and so we did.
We talked about Winterson's Weight. We talked about science and mythology, the place of story telling in the modern world, and is there such a thing as a modern mythology. I asked who were our modern story tellers. Hollywood? The TV? Eric and Nancy pointed out that Hollywood and television don't tell us how we can be. They tell us how we are. They tell us how awful we are.
I didn't sell any books, but I did have a good time. If you want to participate in the next discussion, we'll be meeting on November 11 at 4 p.m. We'll be discussing Odysseus's long suffering wife and Margaret Atwood's The Penelopiad. Call 303-572-2260 if you're interested in joining us.
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Weight
The boys upstairs are restless. There's a bang, another bang. Someone must be throwing a hard rubber ball for Bo, the Boston Terrier. Except I don't hear the scrabbling of claws. Who knows? Maybe the boys are throwing rocks at each other. Could it be a bowling ball? Now there is a long roll after each bang.
The boys are in their mid-twenties. They like to roar around in their jeeps and their trucks. They shop at 7-Eleven because -- hey -- it's across the street. One of them is the landlord's son. He buys a book every three or four months. It could be that he likes to read, but is very slow at it, choosing to relish each page instead of rushing through it. It could be his father told him to do it, as if a four dollar book will carry the store to the next quarter.
The boys live in the moment, as if the present had no weight.
We'll try the myth series reading group again on Sunday. The reading assignment was Jeanette Winterson's Weight. It's a book the boys will never read, but I wish I could slip copies under their pillows. What would they think of Atlas in the garden? What would they think of destiny and choice, the unbearable weight of the present?
I'm not sure they would think much about it at all.
If you've read this post and want 50% off any of Jeanette Winterson 's books, visit us at 1112 Santa Fe Drive and tell us you weigh every choice you make.
The boys are in their mid-twenties. They like to roar around in their jeeps and their trucks. They shop at 7-Eleven because -- hey -- it's across the street. One of them is the landlord's son. He buys a book every three or four months. It could be that he likes to read, but is very slow at it, choosing to relish each page instead of rushing through it. It could be his father told him to do it, as if a four dollar book will carry the store to the next quarter.
The boys live in the moment, as if the present had no weight.
We'll try the myth series reading group again on Sunday. The reading assignment was Jeanette Winterson's Weight. It's a book the boys will never read, but I wish I could slip copies under their pillows. What would they think of Atlas in the garden? What would they think of destiny and choice, the unbearable weight of the present?
I'm not sure they would think much about it at all.
If you've read this post and want 50% off any of Jeanette Winterson 's books, visit us at 1112 Santa Fe Drive and tell us you weigh every choice you make.
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