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252 pages, Paperback
First published October 6, 2015
‘after Greene dropped dead, Pandosto was stripped of its body parts and given life as a tense drama of sexual jealousy and the betrayal of every loyalty: of friendship, marriage, kinship, service and – because this is Shakespeare – a deeper note of disloyalty to life itself. Leontes plays God. Shakespeare doesn’t like that in a man.’
‘[I]n a fairy tale the threat usually comes from the outside—a dragon or an army or an evil sorcerer. Shakespeare, anticipating Freud, puts the threat where it really is: on the inside. I wrote a cover version because the play has been a private text for me for more than thirty years. By that I mean part of the written wor(l)d I can’t live without; without, not in the sense of lack, but in the old sense of living outside of something.’
‘Adopted children are self-invented because we have to be; there is an absence, a void, a question mark at the very beginning of our lives. A crucial part of our story is gone, and violently, like a bomb in the womb. The baby explodes into an unknown world that is only knowable through some kind of a story — of course that is how we all live, it’s the narrative of our lives, but adoption drops you into the story after it has started. It’s like reading a book with the first few pages missing. It’s like arriving after curtain up. The feeling that something is missing never, ever leaves you — and it can’t, and it shouldn’t, because something is missing.
…The missing part, the missing past, can be an opening, not a void. It can be an entry as well as an exit. It is the fossil record, the imprint of another life, and although you can never have that life, your fingers trace the space where it might have been, and your fingers learn a kind of Braille.’
‘money and power being the most important things to you, you reckon they are the most important things to those that don't have them. Maybe to some people they are -- because the way guys like you have fixed the world, only a lottery ticket can change it for guys like me. Hard work and hope won't do it anymore. The American Dream is done.’

Abandon ship, baby. Before it's too late. Jump ship, baby, don't wait. The threat's not yours, it's mine. We're caught in a gap of time.
Sometimes it doesn't matter that there was any time before this time. Sometimes it doesn't matter if it's night or day or now or then. Sometimes where you are is enough. It's not that time stops or that it hasn't started. This is time. You are here. This caught moment opening into a lifetime.
And the story fell out stone by stone, shining and held, the way time is held in a diamond, the way the light is held in each stone. And stones speak, and what was silent opens its mouth to tell a story and the story is set in stone to break the stone. What happened happened.
But.
The past is a grenade that explodes when thrown.
And the world goes on regardless of joy or despair or one woman's fortune or one man's loss. And we can't know the lives of others. And we can't know our own lives beyond the details we can manage. And the things that change us forever happen without us knowing they would happen. And the moment that looks like the rest is the one where hearts are broken or healed. And time that runs so steady and sure runs wild outside of the clocks. It takes so little time to change a lifetime and it takes a lifetime to understand the change.
“What is a memory anyway but a painful dispute with the past?
I read that the body remakes itself every seven years. Every cell. Even the bones rebuild themselves like coral. Why then do we remember what should be long gone? What’s the point of every scar and humiliation? What is the point of remembering the good times when they are gone. I love you. I miss you. You are dead.”
“See what I mean about memory? My wife no longer exists. There is no such person. Her passport has been cancelled. Her bank account is closed. Someone else is wearing her clothes. But my mind is full of her. If she had never lived and my mind was full of her they’d lock me up for being delusional. As it is, I am grieving.
I discover that grief means living with someone who is not there.”
Forgiveness is a word like tiger --- there’s footage of it and verifiably it exists but few of us have seen it close and wild or known it for what it is.At the end the author comments that “A Winter’s Tale” is like a rewrite of Othello where no one dies and the one who ‘loves too much’ is reconciled to his love in the end. I appreciated that, especially since Othello happens to be my favorite Shakespeare play (though I struggle to explain why). I appreciate too, that the villain in this play and novel is apparent and unexcused, unlike say, Othello or Macbeth who both have patsies to hate instead of their own deluded, hateful selves (Iago and Lady Macbeth). Here, Leo is blinded by irrational jealousy and hate and destroys everything he loves, and there is no one to blame but himself.
A couple walked by fighting about the dry-cleaning. You meet someone and you can’t wait to get your clothes off. A year later and you’re fighting about the dry-cleaning. The imperfections are built into the design.
“Remember the story of Oedipus?”
“Eddy who?”
“Guy who murdered his father and married his mother.”
“Was that on Fox News?”
…..
“…. They had no idea about viruses in those days. Plagues were sent from the gods.”
“They said that about AIDS. Even I knew it was a stupid thing to say and I’m no doctor.”
“One thing you notice about progress, kid, is that it doesn’t happen to everyone.”
"Leo, you're one of the guys who makes the world the way it is. I'm one of the guys who lives in the world the way it is... And money and power being the most important things to you, you reckon they are the most important things to those that don't have them. Maybe to some people they are -- because the way guys like you have fixed the world, only a lottery ticket can change it for guys like me. Hard work and hope won't do it anymore. The American Dream is done.
"I guess we're different there, you and me, Leo, because owning doesn't mean that much to me. Seems like it's one of the miseries of the world."