This is the story of a woman who lives in the Ozarks on a small farm. After a 30 year marriage, her husband leaves and she eeks out a difficult living keeping bees. The rural people of the Ozarks are her friends and occasionally her comrades, but mostly she is alone with her farm. It's almost a lie to say she lives alone. She has the dogs, and her cat (Black Edith. hello, awesome cat name), all of the bees, the coyotes, termites, copperheads, the goldfinches, indigo buntings, humming birds, blue-winged warblers, and all the other birds. Sue Hubbell is never really very alone. I don't think she misses offices, cubicles, nosy neighbors, or bustling sidewalks. This is like one of those "back to nature" triumph-of-the-human-spirit books, but with more authenticity and integrity. Felling trees for firewood, Sue shares her trials when the tree falls the wrong way. When she robs the bees of their honey, it is a beautiful bee-lady dance. She teaches her hired help to collect bee stings, day after day, to build up a tolerance to the multitude of inevitable stings during the harvest. Botanizing plants in her path and learning the ways of the birds, Sue Hubbell is alive and connected to the natural world in that serene, sincere, filthy way that makes the palms of my hands ache for callouses. I had a lot of those "fuck you, be you, i wanna fucking be you" moments while I was listening to this book.
Sue Hubbell is a former librarian, and I wonder if that gives her the indelible sense of wonder and patience she carries through her daily work. And I love how she comments in a sidelong way about her gendered experiences - the all-male spaces (junk yards, for example) she has to puzzle through as a woman in middle age and on her own. There is a quiet appreciation for the aging process of a woman here, too.
"It makes good biological sense for males to be attracted to females who are at an earlier point in their breeding years and who still want to build nests, and if that leaves us no longer able to lose ourselves in the pleasures and closeness of pairing, well, we have gained our Selves. We have another valuable thing, too. We have Time, or at least the awareness of it. We have lived long enough and seen enough to understand in a more than intellectual way that we will die, and so we have learned to live as though we are mortal, making our decisions with care and thought because we will not be able to make them again. Time for us will have an end; it is precious, and we have learned its value.
Because our culture has assigned us no real role, we can make up our own. It is a good time to be a grown-up woman with individuality, strength and crotchets. We are wonderfully free. We live long. Our children are the independent adults we helped them to become, and though they may still want our love they do not need our care. Social rules are so flexible today that nothing we do is shocking. There are no political barriers to us anymore. Provided we stay healthy and can support ourselves, we can do anything, have anything and spend our talents any way that we please."
I've never read Sue Hubbell before. I was looking for books about keeping bees, and this came up as one of the "Customers Who Bought This Also Liked..." I requested the audiobook from the library, and listened to it secretly when I wasn't carpooling or schlepping my family around. At first, it was a little slow. The material seemed dense, the lady who was reading it had a weird voice, and I had a hard time relating to the story, but I kept listening. By the end of the book, I was totally engaged and very sad to end it. I can't wait to read more of her stuff.