Tuesday, September 05, 2006

"The Lovely Bones" -- Alice Sebold


For once I'm not waiting to read my book club selection the weekend before our next meeting. I picked up Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones before my trip home for a wedding (see post below), expecting to finish off perhaps 100 pages by the time I returned to Miami. I had been told by a friend that it was an excellent book, but I wasn't prepared for it to be fully engrossing. By the way, this post will completely ruin the book for you, so if you haven't read it and want to, stop reading this post after the next paragraph.

I probably should start off by admitting that I'm a little bit morbid. I've wondered more than a couple of times what would happen if I died. Not just the teenage pseudo-depressed 'would anyone care if I died?' sort of musings, but more involved thoughts of the ramifications, if any, that would stem from my death. I guess that's normal, right? Or relatively normal? I had a dream in the weeks following September 11th in which I fell off a very high waterfall and died. And as everyone rushed over to the scene of the accident, I learned that those people who really cared about me were able to see me and talk to me, and those who didn't had no idea I was around. While those who didn't care about me planned my funeral, I sat around in another room with my family and close friends. Then I woke up.

The Lovely Bones offers a parallel structure to my dream in the sense that it begins with a death and is followed by the afterlife among the living. In the first chapter, 14 year old Susie Salmon is raped and murdered by a neighbor. Her body is dismembered, discarded, and never found. Her soul brushes past a high school acquaintance on the way to heaven and joins the girl, Ruth, to her.

For the reader, there is no question regarding the killer's identity. Instead of watching a mystery unravel, the reader witnesses the unraveling of Susie's family. The effect of her death on her parents, sister, brother, neighbors, and friends is the heart of the book. For anyone who has ever wondered what would happen to the living after they die, this book provides a good window. Her sister finds comfort in a classmate whom she ultimately marries; her father cannot let go of his quest to find Susie's killer and to keep her alive; her brother sees and hears Susie throughout his life, but grows up in the shadow of a sister he can barely remember; her mother shuts down and abandons her family by escaping to California and a life without a family.

There is a supernatural element to the book as well that is believeable until the end when Susie and Ruth trade bodies for a few hours and Susie able to briefly live again. I adored the book until this point and this twist struck me as completely unnecessary and gratuitous. In addition, the fact that she spent her few hours on earth having sex with a boy she had kissed before she died, and only thought to call her brother as an afterthought, seemed unrealistic. Although suspension of disbelief is necessary in this book to accept Susie's description of heaven and her activites there, it is an effective structural device. But allowing Susie to live again served no purpose.

The Lovely Bones depicts a heartbreaking scenario from a novel perspective. Although desperately sad it ultimately shows that time can heal almost any sadness, no matter how profound, and showing that hope can come from even the most desolate situation. Ok, enough seriousness -- if you haven't read this book yet, do it!

Into the Time Machine to 1994


Over the weekend I attended a wedding of a high school friend in the town where I grew up. Tons of my friends from high school were there and it was both completely surreal and so familiar to hang out with them again. Some I have seen recently, some I had not seen for five or even ten years. After the initial shock wore off, it was as if no time had passed. Sure, we are "grown-up" with jobs and mortgages and responsibilities, but we were also exactly who we were all of our lives. We told the same kinds of jokes, talked about the same kinds of things, and acted like general lunatics. And it was fun. I laughed more in the past three days than I have in the past three months. I'm not sure if that says more about how funny my friends from home are, or how dull my life has been lately.

Ernesto followed me North, blowing through town and wreaking all kinds of havoc. Trees and power lines were downed. Roads were blocked. Electricity was extinguished. In between the ceremony and the reception we weathered the storm at a friend's parents' house, played Trivial Pursuit and ordered pizza. The night before we all hung out at my parents' house and ate cookies and lounged on the couch. A wedding guest who did not go to high school with us but was staying with me asked if the previous night's scene had been a replica of any random night in 1994. She hit the nail on the head -- nothing had changed.

The weekend was alternately comforting and unsettling. The comfort came from knowing that people don't really change, even if you don't see them for years. The unsettling part came from remembering that I live somewhere where I'm surrounded by people who haven't known me for more than a few years. I have no context here. No frame of reference. As irritating as it was to have the names of all my high school ex-boyfriends recited to me by my friends, at least they knew who all those guys were.

I suppose it's refreshing to be able to move to a new city where no one knows you and reinvent yourself if you choose. I've never really chosen to be anything other than who I've always been, with a couple improvements here and there. There's no way to say this that won't sound trite, but I'm lucky to still know my childhood friends. In some respects they may be the ones who still know me the best.


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