Jayber Crow; you reprehensible little worm. STFU and MYOB.
"Thou Shalt Not Bare False Witness"
(view spoiler)[ All you had to do was cut hair. No one exJayber Crow; you reprehensible little worm. STFU and MYOB.
"Thou Shalt Not Bare False Witness"
(view spoiler)[ All you had to do was cut hair. No one expected much from you and that's what they got. That is, with the exception of two people you stabbed in the back. .
Your mentor. You walked out on the man who taught you your craft, gave you a start, treated you like a man. Not a word goodbye. Well, ain't you the master of your own fate? Just a clean walk down the road.
You take your gal on a date and decide you have to climb out the bathroom window rather than asking/ telling her "I've seen something I don't like. Can we leave?" Instead you disappear leaving her to wonder "Where the F--K did he go?" You leave her in a bar for Christ's sake. How long do you think it would take her to worry; to even take your car; and in her mind, abandon your sorry ass? Her not knowing if you were laid out in some ditch beaten to a bloody pulp.
Knowing these things about you, my skin would crawl to sit in your chair and have your hands touch me. You are a user.
This unrequited love is a pile of crap. You are no better than the other town gossips. What do you know about what happens behind Mattie and Troy's closed doors? They did go on to have another child, presumably consensual. "Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbor's Wife"
There was a chance to stick with the gal who showed you the most attention. The one you almost said you loved. (Remember her?) However you decided to yearn over an unattainable, 10 to 15 yr younger married woman, that you fell in love with while she was in high school. Fortunately you didn't act on those whims. People in your neck of the woods get shot over that kind of stuff.
You give Troy the shaft. What ever his faults, he is a hard working man, His desires are to provide. He is a product of the post-war economy and the Judaeo-Christian ethic of the world existing for the use of man? (Does Trump vs The Antiquities Act ring a bell?)
Following the Depression and WWII it was time for the good life. The banking and manufacturing industry was not about to revert to an agrarian economy. Thinking it was the smart thing to do many farmers bought into the idea of accumulation, debt, and the industrialization of farming. Family farms died or were bought out. We are still engaged in that struggle. No excuses for his running around, but one can only imagine the internal stresses of being married to Mattie. She wasn't strong enough to be his wife. They were not a good match. It can't all be laid on him.
I come to wonder what some connections may be to Christian legend and mythology?
Moses among the reeds more than the Noah story. Not a baby, but lost and adrift.
The wandering J.C. returns home.
The laying of hands. A shave and a haircut. A splash of holy water. A man feels reborn.
Is Mattie the Mary Magdalena figure only reversed, with J.C. standing at her death bed as she becomes the embodiment of virtue.
J.C. forgoing any meaningful relationship with a woman. Basking in his illusions of love for the whore that married the devil. How could she? Doesn't she realize he's no good for her? What does she see in him? He forgives her.
The Devil destroys Eden.
Isn't it odd that Berry would put these two out of character events into the story? Jayber never really returned to them as a catalyst for further comment or change. I wonder what the point was. Young man indiscretions? Wild oats?
Referring to Mattie as a whore may be over the top but I wanted to drive home the consideration she had fallen from grace and separated herself from the nosy, interfering, small town morality around her. That she wasn't pure as driven snow.
I do look at Jayber as having a positive impact on the community. In many cases he gave a moment of pause before events spiraled out of control. The barber shop transforming into a cathedral. A place for men to take respite from the rigors of labor around them.
Virgil, my dad's barber, and contemporary, watched us three boys grow up for awhile. (I guess Dad and Virgil went to high school together,) Flat tops all around. Butch Wax. A flip in the front. A slap of smell good juice before we were let go. Driving home in the Phoenix heat in our 56 Chevy Bel Air with the windows rolled down. If Mom didn't like 'em, back we'd go for a redo. There was Hell to Pay and embarrassment for Dad. Virgil was a fast learner. Late 50's Peoria AZ. I think the bldg still stands. (hide spoiler)]...more
The Japanese / Zen concept of; impermanence, evolution and erosion, beauty in imperfection -something being perfectly imperfect.
The concept is stronglThe Japanese / Zen concept of; impermanence, evolution and erosion, beauty in imperfection -something being perfectly imperfect.
The concept is strongly rooted in the Japanese Tea Ceremony. Oddly enough the ceremony has become so formulated and rigid that the original expression of Wabi-Sabi has been replaced by its antithesis. Not to diminish Tea. Utensils, architecture, and ambiance are steeped in Wabi-Sabi counterbalanced by the rote perfection of the ceremony. Yin and Yang baby. It's everywhere.
A delightful book. Presents a different way to look and interpret the world around us. Five days no shave. Shaved yesterday, now W-S is returning. Ink stain on a white shirt. Too much stuff on my desk. Burnt rice. ...more