Friday, July 9, 2010
My favorite summertime read
"The sky is flesh.
The great blue belly arches
above the water and bends down
behind the line of the horizon.
It's a sight that has exhausted its magnificence
for me over the years,
but now I seem to be seeing it for the first time..."
image via flickr (crazyhorse)
So begins the book I Was Amelia Earheart
by Jane Mendelsohn,
a story I turn to as the heat of summer
slams into this part of the country like a
image via flickr (drp)
From the opening sentence I was hooked.
The book tells the rest of her story,
the one not reported in the papers or
on the radio.
image via flickr (ecstaticist)
"More and more now, I remember things.
Images, my life, the sky...
Whether life is more real than death, I don't know.
What I know is that the life I have lived since I died
feels more real to me than the one I lived before..."
This book has the languid pace of a humid summer day.
The lyrical prose is to be savored slowly,
allowed to percolate into one's consciousness
like the residue of a dream.
There is a seasonal pattern to my reading,
which I have gradually come to realize over the years.
This book is one I turn to only in high summer,
and it has become a launching pad for my latest reverie.
Until next time...