Jim Doss
Gregory Orr,
The Blessing:
A Memoir,
Council Oaks Books, ISBN 1-57178-141-2, 209 pages, 2004, $14.95.
I am ashamed to admit that this book sat on my shelf
unread for several years. This is by no fault of the author, just
my own hectic work schedule that has me bouncing from one thing to the
next. Recently, though, I grabbed his book by chance as I
was heading out the door for a cross country business trip. I was
lucky enough to have several quiet hours at the airport and on the
plane. and was able to read Orr's memoir from cover to cover in one sitting. And
quite a book it is.
For those lucky enough to own Orr's early books of
poetry (i.e., Burning the Empty Nests, Gathering the Bones
Together, The Red House, and City of Salt), The
Blessing provides the historical and psychological narrative that
gives context to those highly imagistic volumes. From mysterious
poems like:
The Origin of the Marble Forest
Childhood dotted with bodies.
Let them go, let them
be ghosts.
No, I said
make them stay, make them stone.
(From City of Salt)
or:
The Doll
I carry you in a glass jar.
Your face in porcelain
except for the bullet hole
like a black mole on your cheek.
I want to make you whole again,
but you are growing smaller.
It is almost too late.
When I touch you my fingers
leave dark smudges on your skin.
Each day you are growing
smaller and more intense,
like a drop of acid on my palm;
mothball, snowflake,
dead child.
(From Burning the Empty Nests)
Orr fashions a private mythology that has slowly
revealed itself over the years to culminate in this memoir of his
turbulent adolescence and young adulthood.
The Blessing begins with the central event in
Orr's life: the death of his brother Peter by his own hand in a
hunting accident when he was twelve. The first sentence sets
the tone of the book:
Do I dare say my brother's death was a blessing? Who would recoil
from first from such a statement? A reader, unsure of its context, but
instinctively uneasy with the sentiment? Or me, who knows more of the
context than I sometimes think I can bear, having spent most of my life
struggling with that death because I caused it.
Within the first page Orr goes on to discuss the
entomology of the word blessing:
In French, the verb blesser means "to wound." In English,
"to bless" is to confer spiritual power on someone or something by
words or gestures.... It comes from the Old English bletsian which meant
"to sprinkle with blood" which makes me think of ancient, grim forms
of religious sacrifice where blood not water was the liquid possessing
supernatural power-- makes me remember standing as a boy so close
to a scene of violence that the blood of it baptized me.
How can such a horrific event be transformed by the
surviving brother into a blessing?
In crisp, economical prose, and short chapters filled
with rich detail, Orr takes the reader on a spiritual journey covering
the years twelve through nineteen in his life-- his intense feelings of
guilt immediately following the accident, his parents inability to
comfort him, speak about the accident or be sensitive to his need for
comfort and healing, the sense of isolation, the solace he found in the
story of Cain, a year in Haiti, the premature death of his Mother
following a routine operation, his secrete death wish in getting involved with the civil right
movement in the South, and finally his introduction to poetry and
writing. Orr outlines his quest succinctly:
How could I live in a world where everything was random, where Accident
ruled and where one day I might wake to sunshine and blue sky and another,
find my own brother dead at my feet? Accident. Unbearable word, unbearable
world.... And wasn't that what I wanted and desperately needed that day
of Peter's death: a world where meaning existed?
As I read The Blessing, the
word genesis kept popping into my mind-- both in the Biblical sense of the loss of innocence, the
murder of Cain by Able and subsequent banishment; but genesis is
also the story of the origin and beginning of life, Orr's rebirth, how
he emerges from tragedy to discover his purpose in life.
In the chapter on his poetic awakening and influences, it is no surprise
to learn that Orr feels a close kinship with
the guilt-ridden, enigmatic Austrian poet Georg Trakl, and here he partially
quotes one of Trakl's aphorisms:
Feeling in the moments of deathlike existence:
all people are worthy of love. Awakening you feel the world's bitterness;
in it is all your unresolved guilt; your poem an imperfect atonement.
Orr's testimony is alternately highly-introspective,
touching and revelatory. The events that shaped his youth
gradually give way to beauty and power of metaphor to transform.
The Blessing is an intense look at how those dark realms of the
soul can be penetrated and revealed before they consume. The book
ends with Orr being taken by one of his high school teachers to David
Smith's house, a sculptor who had been killed in a car accident, but
whose numerous works still populated the fields around his house, a garden of metal people all conjured from one man's imagination,
some made of iron and splattered with rust the color of blood. In
this
garden of the undead, Orr stumbles upon the meaning he
has been searching for-- the survivor's duty to "celebrate the will to
live," and "the passion to dramatize what it means to be alive."
The Blessing is well worth the investment, and a book that
deserves to be read more than once. It is difficult not be awed by
Orr's story.
Matthew Pearl,
The Poe Shadow,
Random House, ISBN 978-0-8129-7012-8, 399 pages, 2007, $13.95.
The black cover of this book along with its gas-light
era photograph initially attracted my attention on the newsstand.
But when I read the back cover and discovered this was a historical
mystery novel concerning the mysterious death of Edgar Allan Poe, and
that it was set primarily in the Baltimore of the late 1840's to early
1850's, I had to buy it.
In 1849, Poe set out on a journey from Richmond to
Philadelphia to take on a lucrative editing job. He went missing,
only to mysteriously turn up in Baltimore, where he was found on the
sidewalk outside a
tavern apparently drunk and disoriented. Poe died after several
delirium-filled days at Washington College Hospital. How he got to
Baltimore, what he did in the few days that he was there, and the
circumstances of his death remain an unsolvable mystery. The
Poe Shadow attempts to partially fill this gap.
The story centers around Baltimore lawyer Quentin
Clark, and his growing obsession with Poe. Clark, already a Poe
fan, unwittingly witnesses the author's small funeral and internment in
an unmarked grave. Only after reading newspaper announcements of
Poe's death does he realize what he has seen, and the unflattering
descriptions of Poe as a person and writer send Clark on a quest to
reconstruct Poe's last days, clear his good name and firmly establish
Poe's reputation as a writer of genius. As his obsession grows
Clark sacrifices everything, career, marriage in his pursuit of Poe's
last days. He travels to Paris to find the real life model for
Poe's fictional detective C. Auguste Dupin of The Murders in the Rue
Morgue fame in the person of Auguste Duponte, and convinces him to
return to Baltimore to reconstruct Poe's last days and death using his
fabled ratiocination technique. From here the intrigue sets in
with kidnappings. murder, two sleuths in competition pursuing the Poe
mystery, and foreign conspiracies. The events of Poe's last days
and death are never truly unraveled in the book, but how could they be?
Poe's Baltimore demise is the central focus point of the story that
brings the cast of characters together, each with their separate motives
for piecing together Poe's last days.
On the positive side, The Poe Shadow is
meticulously researched to the point of uncovering some new historical
details about Poe's death and its aftermath. This detail is woven
seamlessly into a narrative that intermingles living and fictional
characters. On the negative side, the prose style, which attempts
to imitate nineteenth century writing, is dry and fluffy to the point of
occasional boredom; the character of Quentin Clark is singularly
uninteresting as a narrator and his Poe obsession stretches the limits
of believability; and, finally, the story doesn't match the manic pitch
of Poe's tales, which it clearly hopes to imitate.
But my chief criticism is that for a suspense novel
it could use more thrilla and less vanilla (please excuse the bad pun).
The story does drag on at times to the point some chapters are difficult
to get through. Some judicious trimming could have shrunk the book by 75-100 pages and improved the
pacing of story. I admire the ambitiousness of Pearl's vision in this
novel, and his willingness to tackle a difficult if not impossible
subject, he just doesn't quite pull it off in an engaging enough
manner to hold the interest of most readers.
© Jim Doss
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