For some reason, self’s reading pace in 2014 has been positively glacial.
She brought three books with her when she left California, and she’s only managed to finish one: the Jhumpa Lahiri collection Unaccustomed Earth.
What happened was, at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, she wrote like she was on fire. She was only able to read a few pages at a time of UE. By the last week of her stay in Annaghmakerrig, she’d calmed down and began re-reading the last three stories of UE. And only then was she truly able to appreciate the stories’ many-layered richness.
Then, she left the Tyrone Guthrie Centre and began an odyssey that included: Dublin, Cambridge, Oxford, and Cork.
She’s still in Cork, by the way. If anyone’s trying to keep tabs.
Here she is, on p. 14 of Jhumpa’s novel The Namesake, which she began reading two weeks ago (Self wasn’t kidding when she described her reading pace as glacial). It begins, with all things, with a character being moved — no, haunted — by Gogol’s story “The Overcoat.”
Self will quote a little excerpt, and then she has to make herself go outside because the day really is too beautiful.
Ashoke was always devastated when Akaky was robbed “in a square that looked to him like a dreadful desert,” leaving him cold and vulnerable, and Akaky’s death, some pages later, never failed to bring tears to his eyes. In some ways the story made less sense each time he read it, the scenes he pictured so vividly, and absorbed so fully, growing more elusive and profound.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.