Rabbit Angstrom
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Is it as easy as it looks to write with the dexterity of Updike? Is it nature? Is it Practiced? Or something else entirely?
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I've often read John Updike's various book reviews, cultural critiques and short stories, but this hulking taunting body of collected works, Rabbit Angstrom, the Everyman Library edition has sat upon my shelves for nearly two decades. Last week on my day off, post finishing Junot Diaz's, The Brief and Wonderous life of Oscar Wao, I caught the tale end of an interview, somewhere on NPR, of some author remembering Updike.
This inspired me to look further for memorials on his death and I came across one where Jonathan Lethem spoke of an in person sighting of Updike on September 11th, 2001, where they both were in a throng of people in Brooklyn trying to donate blood (unbeknown to them needlessly). This took me back to where I was that day, and brought me back to the humanity of shared tragedy. That connectedness made me realize I should read Updike next.
Here I sit a few hundred pages into "Rabbit Run" and the prose continually strikes me as some of the most magically lain to page that I've ever encountered.
How terrifically written is this? Beginning on page 118 in the Everyman's Library 1995 hardback edition of Rabbit Angstrom:
"A woman once of some height, she is bent small, and the lingering strands of black look dirty in her white hair. She carries a cane, but in forgetfulness, perhaps, hangs it over her forearm and totters along with it dangling loose like an outlandish bracelet. Her method of gripping her gardener is this: he crooks his right arm, pointing his elbow toward her shoulder, and she shakily brings her left forearm up within his and bears down heavily on his wrist with her lumpish freckled fingers. Her hold is like that of a vine to a wall; one good pull will destroy it, but otherwise it will survive all weathers."
I've re-read it about 5 times now, and each time, it is resoundingly beautiful.
I have to wonder out loud, is this the product of painstaking work and incredible facility with language? Or is it something else? Perhaps magic, perhaps a gift, perhaps luck?