These are the five protagonists who compete for our affections, fall in love, disappoint each other and ultimately help lead us, the reader, to tragedy and triumph. I somewhat figured out the ending, wondering how things would come together, but I was surprised by the emotions I felt at the end of the novel. It grabbed me, moved me, and made me think hard about mortality. Owen puts it best in his eulogy: "You told me once that a soul isn't something a person is born with but something that must be built, by effort and error, study and love. And you did that with more dedication than most, that work of building the soul---not for your own benefit but for the benefit of those who knew you. Which is partly why your death is so hard for us. It's hard to accept that a soul like yours, which took a lifetime to build, could cease to exist. It makes me angry, furious, at the universe, not to have you here. But of course your soul does exist, Guert, because you gave of it so unstintingly. It exists in your book, and in this school, and also in each of us. For that we'll always be grateful." The book is a good read, moves along, with pauses for reflection on perfection, on play, on love and the ways we live our lives, not always to our advantage, yet we persevere, we endure.
A daily journal of our lives (begun in October 2010), in photos (many taken by my wife, Evie) and words, mostly from our home on Chautauqua Lake, in Western New York, where my wife Evie and I live, after my having retired from teaching English for forty-five years in Hawaii, Turkey, and Ohio. We have three children, seven grandchildren, and one great-grandson, as you will notice if you follow my blog since we often travel to visit them. Photo from our porch taken on 12/15/2024 at 6:46 PM
Friday, January 6, 2012
THE ART OF FIELDING: CHAD HARBACH
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