New State, Old State

Was this the woman who had shown herself so calm, sensible, so patient the better to ensure her happiness? […] He had hitherto seen her so reserved, so modest, with childish charm that seemed to come from her very nature! But under the threatening blow she feared, the terrible blood of the Boccaneras had awoke within her a long heredity of violence, pride, frantic and exasperated longings. – Émile Zola, Rome (12)

IMG_0676I must have some nomadic blood coursing through my veins, I’ve moved often enough. But if I do, it sours at the complex bureaucracy that governs our every action. Just the amount of stuff to transport is hard enough.  I am an absolute devotee of public libraries and still, I had to weed through some embarrassing number of books to make my move manageable. I went through them with lightening speed- “No. No. You had your chance to read that, no. No- just get at the library. No, Jessica. No. Oh I love this one- yes.” Down to four boxes (okay I am not including my children’s books which I dealt a much kinder cut to considering they read far less than I do and most of them are actually my own childhood books or books I read to them- but damn my relentless sentiment!)

“Oh those Frenchmen,” remarked Dario, to whom the mere idea of a cemetery was repulsive; “those Frenchmen seem to take pleasure in making their lives wretched with their partiality for gloomy scenes.” (37)

Because I have (relative to the average non-nomad) very little “stuff,” it took me all of 3 hours to unpack, hang paintings (with two of my son’s help), and admire my fine work. I found Zola’s Rome among my books, and there is nothing quite like a visit to the DMV to give someone ridiculous amounts of time to read…

Yes, a threat of doom and annihilation: as yet no people, soon no aristocracy, and only a ravenous middle class, quarrying, vulture-like, among the ruins. (52)

I don’t mind, terribly, confessing that it is actually a deep and abiding pleasure of mine to get rid of stuff; the part that is the cause of the searing pain in my head at this very moment is the red tape. Still, I try to have a decent attitude, after all, as long as I have a book to read I can suffer to jump through the endless paperwork hoops.

In his anxiety to bring things to a finish, Pierre wished to begin his campaign the very next day. (61)

However, as I read Rome, whilst waiting for my number A123 to be called, I couldn’t quite decide if I was impressed or bewildered by the manner in which Zola just dove head first into the story. Without any explanation of where, why and with whom I was dealing, I felt as though my foot had gotten tangled in his line and I was being dragged undertow- shut up and swim, Jessica… finally I gasped for breath around number A116 to ponder Zola’s  mad confidence in the reader to just hang in there, groping for the thread of the story. But, in full DMV-conciliatory mode, I read on, who was I to ask questions?

Habitual self-doubt and faith in my idiocy often manifest into a polite deference and acquiescence, so I can’t say I was entirely surprised, more than forty pages in,  as I was flipping back to the beginning to verify that I understood who one of the characters was, to discover that what I was reading was volume two of Zola’s novel.

Oh well, I reasoned, I’m about forty years into my life with volume two beginning and letting go of volume one of my epic is not entirely a bad idea, the important parts will let themselves known, so- I read on.

*translated from the French by Ernest Alfred Vizetelly

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11 responses to “New State, Old State

  1. I loved everything about this post from start to finish. The moving, the books (I’m ridiculous with books) but the finale – unwittingly reading volume two – hilarious!

  2. Vol II, took me by such surprise and hilarity that I laughed out loud, good and long too! It is part of your immeasurable charm! Look out world, here comes Jessica Ryan Volume II !!!! Proust!!!!!

  3. Well done you! I’m still unpacking and clearing stuff from my move a year ago. And still buying books of course.

  4. Growing up in my house you could only be accused of not reading enough. Mum was also very particular about the kinds of books her children ought to be reading. Yes, at the age of 9 she had me reading James Clavell’s Shogun. By 12, it was MacMaster University textbooks on psychology – not that at that age I was able to truly understand everything I was reading but anyway, Paths of Faith, Living Loving and Learning by Dr. Leo Boscaglia, etc. I still found opportunities to collect Marvel Comics, sci-fi and fantasy novels and martial arts books in between but in any case, I loved them all. They all contributed to my development as a visual artist.

    When I was getting ready to leave home at 18, mum was stunned at the amount of books I had collected and was then forced to sell and give so many away for my move across Canada for college. “I can’t believe you read so much!” she exclaimed. She then took a close look at some of the tiltles; The Right Stuff by Tom Wolfe, all of the Star Wars novels, Robotech the Macross Saga, Anne McCaffrey’s Dragon Riders of Pern Series, Sassinak (which Anne co-wrote with Elizabeth Moon – loved the first book) Frank Herbert’s Dune, Heavy Metal Magazines (really good stuff). That’s when she said, “But you don’t read the right books.”

    • Ha! When I was a kid I read Archie comic books.
      Loved The Right Stuff and Shogun, but haven’t read the others that meant so much to you. I think, the better the book the deeper a chord it hits within, but, like wine, if you like it, it’s “right.”

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