Day 257: Pat on the Back

This week I finished my 37th book of the year (Piranesi by Susanna Clarke), and that means that I’ve already beaten my reading totals for the years 2105 (32), 2016 (35), 2017 (27), and 2019 (33). So, though I feel like I haven’t read enough books this year, I probably ought to give myself a pat on the back. And if I can maintain a normal reading pace for the remainder of the year, I might be able to tie or exceed my reading total from 2018 (42). Currently I am reading The Trees by Ali Shaw. It’s longish and could end up slowing me down, but I hope it will provide the eerie atmosphere that I’m craving in fiction right now.

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Day 256: What Could Have Been

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig

Grade: B

`Between life and death there is a library,’ she said. `And within that library, the shelves go on for ever. Every book provides a chance to try another life you could have lived. To see how things would be if you had made other choices . . . Would you have done anything different, if you had the chance to undo your regrets?’

from “The Midnight Library”

The main character of The Midnight Library is Nora Seed, a woman in her thirties who feels as though her life has been a string of failures, and the story begins with scenes from the worst days of her life and her subsequent suicide. Instead of meeting her eternal reward or punishment, Nora becomes stuck between life and death, in a place called the Midnight Library. This library contains all the stories of all the lives that Nora might have lived, and here she is given the opportunity to try out different versions of herself and to choose the one that suits her best.

The best thing about The Midnight Library is that it invites us to consider the lives we might have had if we’d made different decisions. In conjunction with the documentary I watched the other day, this story made me think about the life I might have had if I’d chosen archaeology as my major in college. That’s an interesting train of thought, but I didn’t need to read an entire novel to get on board. And perhaps in part because I ultimately chose literature, I prefer a more nuanced reading experience than what The Midnight Library has to offer.

Everything about this book, from the plot to the message, is glaringly obvious. There’s little new to be found in this novel except for the concept of the Midnight Library itself, but it comes off more like an IKEA than a mystical book repository. The writing is also clunky, with sentence fragments strewn all along the way, some of them large enough to be tripping hazards.

But the novel’s greatest weakness is that it pulls too early, too hard, and too often on the strings of emotional manipulation. The best example is the first example: Nora’s downward spiral and suicide. A book should start with something intriguing or action-packed but not too emotionally laden. Readers need a chance to know a character and care about them before being subjected to a lifetime’s worth of their emotional pain. I was in a bad mental state when I started this book, and the opening scenes dragged me down deeper into my depression. This didn’t make me want to kill myself, nor would it have been the author’s fault if it had, but I caution potential readers of this book: be prepared for this extra weight of sadness.

Many other reviewers found this book to be life-affirming. Its message, which is that life is precious and that each of us matters more than we realize, is an important one, especially during difficult times such as these. If reading this book helps anyone to see that, then hooray for The Midnight Library. I will donate my copy to the real-life library and hope that it finds its ideal reader there.

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Day 255: Home Archaeology

Last night I watched a documentary on Netflix, Secrets of the Saqqara Tomb, which was about some recent (2018) archaeological finds at the Saqqara necropolis in Egypt. Among the things that the archaeologists found there were mummified animals, most of which were cats, but also a lion cub and a crocodile. It was interesting and, as it turns out, important training for my own archaeological dig, which I undertook today.

I didn’t know I was digging for mummies, mind you. I thought I was cleaning. But, deep in the recesses of the Living Roomopolis, I uncovered a desiccated frog corpse wrapped in layers of dust. Like the Ancient Egyptians, the people of the Living Roomopolis had once worshiped cats, and it’s unfortunate that they abandoned the practice, for surely a cat would have discovered and ousted the tiny amphibian intruder before it could perish indoors. I reacted to the discovery of the mummy with dismay and disgust, emotions unsuited to scientific research and evidence perhaps that I need more training. Therefore tomorrow I will continue to hone my skills by excavating in the Dining Roomopolis.

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Day 254: Let Us Hope So

One of the first things I’m going to do when this pandemic is over, right after cutting my hair short, will be to get my piano tuned. Before the pandemic I had already put the tuning off several times, simply because the house was a mess and I was embarrassed. Then the pandemic made it so that we didn’t want a stranger breathing our air. The end result is that my beautiful grand piano is out of tune to a degree that even I, who grew up playing on a perpetually untuned and untunable spinet, notice. It’s inadvisable to leave a piano out of tune for a long time, because it might relax into the lower tension and forever want to stay that way. But perhaps the piano and I won’t have to wait too much longer, now that there are several working vaccines on the horizon. Let us hope so (and for many reasons other than the tuning of my piano, obviously).

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Day 253: Surprised Anew

If back in the aughts Hollywood had asked me if we needed another “Pride and Prejudice” film adaptation, I would have told them not to bother. The 1995 BBC miniseries was perfection. I’d have said no other P&Ps were needed or wanted, thank you very much.

So it’s just as well they didn’t ask me, because the 2005 “Pride & Prejudice” is also a delight. I don’t know how it turned out that way. Keira Knightley as Elizabeth? Donald Sutherland as her father? And who is this Matthew Macfadyen guy to play Mr. Darcy? I never would have thought they’d carry it off, but they did. I watched the film again tonight and was surprised anew by how good it is.

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Day 252: Accidentally on Purpose

I might have accidentally binge-watched all of “Dash & Lily” tonight. Or perhaps it was on purpose. It seems like something I’d do. Either way I make no apologies.

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Day 251: Good or Bad Be Damned

I worked all day, at the expense of other things. So it must be, until my work project is done. I also spent some time in the evening coloring with Marshall (he on a picture of sharks, me on a picture of seahorses). And just before bedtime, I wrote a few more words for my novel. I am determined to finish it. Good or bad be damned. Finished is all I care about now.

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Day 250: Night Falls Early

Today I was so busy with work that I almost forgot to take a walk. By the time I went out, the light was almost gone, and I had to cut my walk short. Going forward, I need to adjust my schedule. Night falls early now and it won’t hold off just because I’m busy!

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Day 249: Working Like a Maniac

It’s a good thing that there’s really no “dead” in my work deadline this week, because I am not going to finish my project in time. Nobody else will need to see my work until next week, so I can take a few more days, no big deal. Still, I don’t like missing a deadline that I should have been able to meet. I’ve been working like a maniac all week, and I’m going to continue working like a maniac and get this thing done as close to the deadline as possible.

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Day 248: Writing

I did some writing today. The words fought me every step of the way. That didn’t bother me too much, though. I was just happy to be writing again.

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