I thought I’d read "The Circus in Winter" when it was winter. Well, winter arrived, and I put it on hold. I was thinking maybe it would be a non-fiction book about what happens with circus animals and performers in the winter. Also, Peru, Indiana, is about an hour from where I lived. It’s home to a circus that many of the town residents take part in.
This book was quite a bit different from what I expected. Author Cathy Day was born a Hoosier, and “The Circus in Winter” is a fictional book made up of ten stories. At first, the stories seem to be unrelated, but as you read on you’ll find that they all have some characters in common. Those characters are mostly involved in the Great Porter Circus, which wintered in Lima, Indiana from 1884-1939. The book really reads like non-fiction, right up to the final chapter which features Day as a character, but in an afterword we learn that basically the whole thing is fictional.
Day writes really beautifully, and many times I thought of similarities to another Hoosier-based book I loved, “A Girl Named Zippy.” The authors are similar in age (and also close to my age). The book is not a love letter to Indiana. Over and over, the state’s winter gloom is referenced: “… the sky was dark all the time, gray and brown, the same as the water that was all around us … Stella told herself that was their problem — another long Indiana winter. Like the sky and snow, people turned gray inside and out … She felt surprised and disappointed, like she did on winter mornings when she woke up sensing snow, anticipating a new, white world, only to rise and find everything just as brown as the day before … My mother once told me that if she had to draw a picture of loneliness and despair, it would be Indiana in winter: a wash of gray, a stand of naked trees, and a line of electric poles disappearing into infinity.”
So, this was not a cheery book. After a few chapters, I considered tossing it back. Who needs this kind of gloom ‘n doom when you’re already enduring an Indiana winter in real life? I thought of my pastor’s late-December sermon where he mentioned a local meteorologist sharing that the past two weeks had seen exactly twice when the sun had shone for any length of time.
But, I stuck it out, and for me, the book kept improving. Day has an ability that I love: she’s able to take little snippets, objects, etc., and mention them, then bring them up again in a later story. Things you notice but don’t think are that important will come up again later and give the book cohesiveness. These are not cheery stories; the people in them have lousy marriages and hard lives. I felt so bad for many of animals. But I loved the way we could follow threads through generations. I have an admiration for people who can “stick it out” throughout the hard situations that life throws at most of us.
“The Circus in Winter” has been one of my favorite reads in quite a while.
“May all your days be circus days” — epitaph of one of the book’s characters, and the last thing the ringmaster said at the end of circus shows.