Friday, January 21, 2005

No time

This Saturday is the SAT, so we've been working long hours this week trying to get the kids ready. And today I'm driving out to Oman, on a road that threads between the coast of the Persian Gulf and the mountains. Will be there until Sunday night.

I wanted to post more this week, but I didn't have time. So, next week I will try to post every day. I have tons of pictures saved up -- and I'm going to take lots in Oman -- so come back and see them!

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

American Pastoral

Book club, I miss you! I read the book this month and want to comment. Everyone else can skip this post.

I read American Pastoral in my first few days here, and it was evocative enough for me to ward off the twinge of homesickness I was feeling. I love the way Philip Roth writes the same way a curious and impulsive person explores a new city -- up one alley, down another, sidetracking for pages at a time, wandering down whatever path strikes his fancy at the moment. American Pastoral would be impossible to outline. I wonder whether the type of people who make detailed vacation itineraries when they travel to new cities would enjoy a wandering book like this?

I would need to read the book again to figure it out. When did Merry die? When did the Swede divorce, and how long until he got remarried and had children? I got the sense that you could figure out the chronologies if you had a pencil and paper.

I wish I could ask the book club what they thought of Jerry -- there were times when I identified with him and his hard-ass advice about Merry, and other times when I thought he came off as a prick. I'm also not sure whether I liked the Swede -- I wanted him to be more decisive. I wanted him to make a huge scene at the dinner party at the end. I was anticipating that scene with such excitement! I was really disappointed that he didn't do it. Yet I think I liked the Swede anyway. I liked him for the same reason Zuckerman liked him -- he was a very deep person who didn't congratulate himself on his own depth. He didn't wallow in it and rub everyone's face in it like Jerry. I always liked the phrase "still waters run deep," and the Swede embodied that.

I'm reading a biography of Ben Franklin, and I love one of his lines as Poor Richard: "Let all know you, but no one know you thoroughly. Men freely ford that see the shallows." I really agree with that, though I would change it to "let few know you thoroughly." And yes, I see the irony in posting that sentiment on a website where I chronicle my life. But I think the publisher Franklin would have loved keeping a blog, and he wouldn't have bared his soul too deeply on it, any more than I would.

But back to the Swede: I like to imagine that the Swede made a big scene after the book ended, then went off and started another family and was happy. Book clubbers, I would be so thrilled if you would leave your comments below... Tell me what you talked about Sunday...