A few months ago, Brian handed me a copy of The Double by Jose Saramago and said it was a must read. Odd, compelling, a book that really sticks – and unique in both voice and perspective. When you read as much as we do, unique is prize in itself, so of course I read it – letting both the disquiet and delight of the story enter me in such a way that I have carried it around inside me ever since. I followed that with Blindness, then The Gospel According to Jesus Christ, the Tale of the Unknown Island, and most recently, The Stone Raft.
And there are many more to come (hooray!).
Although each of Saramago’s works are tuned to a slightly different key, they all deal in some way with crisis. Social, personal, spiritual, geological, geographical, political – his characters are thrust into worlds gone slightly askance, and their responses tested. As in any exam, there are some who fail utterly, and others who pass with flying colours – most people muddling along somewhere in between just trying to figure out what question exactly they are trying to answer. An honest portrait of humanity is something I have come to expect from this author, a looking glass if one can only imagine their own responses to the scenarios Saramago presents.
I have read these works described as “grounded magical realism” which is true if it means to give more weight to the real, and less to the magic. The magical is the minor feature here, unlike the work of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, but it does exist and even small amounts of it compell his characters to act, to move, to forget themselves in their search for answers or survival. Depends on the book how far these stories go, how frightening or beautiful they become.
For several months now I have been contemplating a blog post about Blindness, and its instructiveness given the current economic situation and state of the world. And since reading The Stone Raft, I have felt it too has a lesson which merits some discussion given the context of our times. This is not because Saramago is writing for this exact moment, but because for the last thirty years he has been writing about moments like this over and over. Those during which everything starts to slide in the opposite direction, those in which even mundane events can appear like a gift to guide us through.
This is simply the introduction to a series of posts that will grow as I read more of his works and as the economic crisis deepens and changes even the “safest” of countries, challenges even the most secure of people. We are only here at the beginning of that tale, the real travelers to Saramago’s fictions – so it’s a curiosity to compare the two.
I will warn you now that I can’t have this discussion without plot spoilers, so if you are adamantly against revealed twists and endings then please don’t read any of the posts to follow.
Oy. So I’m back in Vancouver, back to writing, back in my desk, back to the gym this afternoon, back into a routine. For at least the next month anyway until I travel back to Ottawa for more union biz. We still don’t know if Brian’s house has sold (the people who made the offer are having trouble with financing). I got a new haircut last week. And Brian and I just came back from a lovely romantical weekend on the Sunshine Coast which we both really needed.
That’s the short version update. The long version includes a lot more handwringing about the house than you want to hear, so I’m going to leave it at that for now.
I’ve got a lot going on in my head this morning and I’m not sure how much any of it is what I want to blog about because it’s so much internal processing around events already in motion that it seems pointless. For now, I am just here. A little readjustment back to normality today. The blog will come back to life this week.
I’ve been holding my breath and hoping a lot lately which has made blogging a little bit secondary to what has been going on in my head – hence, no post for almost two weeks, and this ain’t gonna be a long one. I’m about to run off and rent a car, drive to the Fraser Valley and then home again this evening – this after just returning last night from a two day trip to Campbell River and Courtenay. Hell, we’re three days outta holidays and I’m already tired. And a little fretful.
This is the last week of the crazy driving-around-the-province ratification vote schedule I have been on – which I will be well glad to see the back of. Meetings continue for the next two weeks after, but all the ones I have to attend are in downtown Vancouver a short walk away from my workplace. This means I can go back to the gym, back to a more or less regular working schedule, back to the routine I love so much. And by this, I am not sarcastic, routine keeps me grounded and healthy – keeps my most paranoid thoughts at bay.
So I am wishing for a return to it about now as it seems quite a long time since I’ve just had a nice, regular pattern to my days that allows for working out, blogging, and other diversions.
In other tensions, I have been waiting for Brian’s house sale to close which is supposed to happen this Friday, and peripherally worrying about the whole thing falling through because I just can’t help it. (His post from yesterday involves a bit more description on what’s been going on.) According to our realtor, everything really is going fine and a small hitch in the financing on their side has been fixed so they can move ahead with the purchase. But still, even a week seems like too long to have the subjects removed when you are waiting for that to happen. Particularly when there is the perfect house waiting for us to go have the subjects removed on next week. Damn, I’m going to be breathing a lot easier when deposits on both sales are paid in full and signed off.
On the plus side, our financing is totally arranged, including the deposit – so as soon as Brian’s house closes and we get our new house inspected we are good to go. That feels pretty good, as does the fact we will be clearing off all our debts upon the sale of Brian’s house in order to bring ourselves down to just having a mortgage and no other high-interest credit in our lives. I think if I was one to make new year’s resolutions, mine for 2009 would include kicking the credit card habit and all those unnecessary interest payments. In the last year I have managed to pay off and cancel two separate cards with this in mind, it would be nice to keep my remaining card down at a zero balance with the exception of traveling costs.
In any case, all things going as planned, we will be moving April 16, 2009 – and by the end of next week I will know that for sure and can stop the fluttering nerves just under the surface right now. Exciting, yes. A little nerve-wracking though in the wait.
It’s been a weird one alright. Not at all what we expected or planned given a number of events that all added up to canceling everything B and I had planned for the holidays – but in the end it’s been a holiday with both relaxation and promise for the new year.
It started last weekend with the combination of a dead starter in my car and the crazy snowfall which left my little Toyota on a sidestreet in Hastings-Sunrise, too icy to tow to the mechanic and thus out of commission until the streets get plowed or the snow melts. Knowing the dearth of snowplows in Vancouver, that means we are still waiting for the warming trend this weekend that will supposedly turn this freeze back into water.
So, we revised our plans – sans car and with the headaches of dog and snowy travel we decided to cancel our trip to Victoria and go next week when I am hopeful we will have a repaired car to travel in. This is good in that we can take Mica with us and do the family thing all together – even if it’s not what we had originally envisioned. We figured, at least we can still do Xmas eve dinner in Surrey with B’s brother, given that skytrains and suburban buses were still running throughout the weather madness.
Yeah, right. Xmas eve afternoon we arrived at Broadway station early hoping to catch a quick train out to New West and then a bus to the brother’s home. (I should note here that B’s brother is a 5-star chef, having been the head guy at Bishop’s for a number of years – we were looking forward to one tasty dinner out there in the suburbs). After 30 minutes or so, a train finally came – but it was so packed full we couldn’t get on. Another 20 minutes later a second train arrived and we squeezed on for the ride which promised to be unpleasant but at least heading to our destination. Just before 29th avenue station, however, the train stopped abruptly and sat on the tracks for a couple of minutes before reversing back and heading into Nanaimo station. An announcement over the loudspeakers informed us there that a tree had fallen onto the train tracks and all service pas 29th ave was canceled until further notice.
At this point, what could we do but get off the train and make some hasty decisions about our course of action? Obviously with the snow still coming down and a non-functional train we were not getting out of the city that night, and even if we did we weren’t sure we could make it back in. And where the train broke down we were only 15 blocks from B’s house anyhow – so the three of us trekked off in the snow, helping a stuck vehicle along the way and picking up groceries for an impromptu festive dinner.
In the end, our Christmas eve was as it should be. Quiet, at home with a fire, a roasted chicken and lots of little treats, and gifts to open before bed (Mica going to her Mom’s in the morning, we had elected to do our gift exchange the evening before). I would like to rave here about the amazing and thoughtful presents B gave me, but this story is already long enough so perhaps I will do that in another post.
Christmas day we managed to get a cab after an hour waiting outside (our first cab was sent to the wrong address), and Mica went up to her Mom’s place leaving Brian and I to some afternoon cuddling and a dinner of take-out chinese from the Pink Pearl. Bronwyn and Leo came from down the street and joined us – and much rice was eaten and wine drunk before they left to go get their van unstuck from where they had left it on their journey.
So this was the holiday, which on its own was a little bit of a miracle in making do – but interspersed through the last three days we have also been dealing with house stuff. In that we have been making offers and counteroffers since Xmas eve afternoon – signing paperwork and faxing back and forth. This morning at 9 am our realtor called with a final counteroffer and we agreed to a price we think is fair to both parties. All verbal right now because the sellers are away, but on Monday we will pay the deposit and sign the paperwork, which means we have to get to selling B’s house pronto to close the sale.
For those of you curious folks – the house is located on Charles Street, right around the corner from mine and you can see pictures here. The house looks smaller in the pics than it really is, but still we will have to be creative in space use in order to fit all our bits and books in. But of course, none of this is a reality until we sell the other house – the advantage being that both houses are being sold by the same realtor which gives them an extra push to get B’s off the market.
So it’s been a funny few days really, a Christmas quite different and more memorable than I would have expected. A promise for the new year of a home for us, some quiet moments for reflecting and loving, and proof that no matter what happens we can compromise and make new traditions on the fly. That’s a pretty good end to 2008 if you ask me.
Hm.
I’m suddenly in a place with a lot of contingencies on moving forward. A whole host of “this will happen *if* this other thing happens first” – and quite honestly I’m not the type of person who feels comfortable in between possibilities. I prefer much more that things are locked in, clean, simple, not hanging on the whim of fates. You get the idea.
But as of this weekend even my xmas plans are contingent on the weather and my car getting repaired (again) – so I’m just having to roll with it all and not think about houses for sale and being offered on too much. It could drive me mad, this in-between living space. It’s certainly not conducive to my creativity or productivity as my mind churns through “what if, what if, what if”.
I feel like I just have to list all the things going on, since it’s been such madness and it will illustrate exactly what I’m talking about above (these aren’t all things involving contingencies, just what’s going on at the moment):
So you can see, it’s all a bit of a schmoz right now – and I have no idea where I’m going to be this week let alone in the new year. I am excited about all the potential, but also nerve-wracked by the uncertainty so you know, I’m just trying to get through the list of “have to” without turning my head to look at the list of “what if”. “Have to” is fix my car, finish my xmas shopping, wrap presents, make sure the Charles St. house is one we want to offer on. “Have to” also includes some sleeping in over the holidays, and some time spent with friends and family. The rest of it can wait for the new year, or at least until the Christmas madness passes – and I can fret myself into nervousness anew.