Life Jacket Metaphors

One of the minor characters in Roberto Bolano's 2666, Barry Seaman, is giving a speech when he begins to talk of writing techniques. He says to his audience, "Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming. In that sense a metaphor is like a life jacket." He goes on to remind the listeners that some metaphors float while others sink to the bottom like lead. In that one passage, Bolano has illustrated both an original metaphor that is effective and one that is a cliche.

In my years of teaching writing to students, whether fiction or non-fiction, I have found it difficult to move students away from their love of cliches. In fact I made my point so strongly and so frequently through the years that I was known as "the teacher who hates cliches." Imagine my gratification, however, when the late poet Gwendolyn Brooks visited our university and said to students in a question and answer session, "Eliminate cliches, and you will have a publishable piece of work."

Of course, one danger is that an original metaphor of the time, for example Homer's description of "a rosy-fingered dawn," can become a cliche itself after centuries of overuse. I am sure also that Bobby Burns' simile of his love being like "a red red rose" was beautiful and effective in its day, but not after two hundred years and many declarations of such a love within greeting cards on Valentine's Day. For a writer, finding an effective metaphor or simile is a difficult task.

Metaphors and similes are used to bring concreteness to an abstract idea like love or to a scene like a sunrise when the usual words seem incapable of expressing the emotion one needs. They are indeed life jackets for one's writing. Let's make sure we use them effectively.

Coincidence and Fate

Our book club is currently reading Roberto Bolano's novel 2666. It has been praised by critics for its complexity and its themes. One of the more interesting characters is a painter by the name of Johns who expresses his views on the role of coincidence and fate in one's life. He says, "Coincidence, if you'll permit me the simile, is like the manifestation of God at every moment on our planet. A senseless God making senseless gestures at his senseless creatures." He sees coincidence at being representative of total freedom and the complete opposite of fate. I beg to disagree.

As a Christian I have always been taught that there is no such thing as coincidence, that God has a plan for each of our lives that He carries out. That belief, however, does not mean we humans are without free will to make our own choices. From the beginning of the Hebrew Bible, we read of Adam and Eve's choice to eat of the forbidden fruit in spite of God's command to do otherwise.

As I reflect upon seeming coincidences in my own life, I am convinced that God is preparing us all the time for events to follow in our lives. For example, when Judy, my sister, moved to a small town in Mississippi in the 1970's, by "coincidence" she met our half-brother's wife at the local swimming pool. She developed a friendship with her and was able to meet our half-brothers. Up until this time, we knew that our father had twin sons by his first wife, but we had never met them. When our father was killed in a homicide a few months later, we were able to plan the funeral together.

Another example of God's preparation of us to handle later events is that I participated in a RAIN team (Regional Aids Interfaith Network) for ten years in Northwest Arkansas as a caregiver. When I moved to Little Rock, I assumed that work was ended. At a small group meeting recently, one of our members confided in us that he had just been diagnosed with AIDS. I believe I was able to respond in a positive way, using my life experiences with my former care partners, to give him hope for the future.

Yes, many can, and do, believe in the postmodern idea of a senseless God making senseless gestures to a senseless people, but I choose of my own volition to believe simultaneously in free will, purpose, and plan for each of our lives.

The Holiness of Small Things

The dog days of summer are here in Little Rock again. It's August 10. I open the door of my house and walk out into another interminable, sultry, humid Southern day. I trudge down the street to the northern path that is so familiar to me after three years of living in the neighborhood. On the left and right I hear the familiar sounds of early morning--the katydids, crickets, and tree frogs still serenading in the foot-high weeds along the easements, and in addition I hear the cars and trucks roar by toward work. From the sound of the souped-up engines, I imagine that teenagers throughout the neighborhood are buzzing quickly to their fast food or lawn mowing jobs. The schools are set to re-open in another week.

The announcer on my favorite NPR station indicates it is seventy-nine degrees and is talking about the survival of journalism. Simply stated, journalism as a career must move beyond simply saving money and cutting costs but must, of necessary, reinvent itself in order to survive. An English crime novelist had just been interviewed in a previous story who spoke of going down to the Thames only to see the ugly side by side with the beautiful--a drowned bloated carcass of a dog to the left and a graceful white heron to the right.

As I get to the halfway point of my morning walk, I turn and head back for another mile and one-half to my house. It is here that my face feels a gently blowing breeze coming from the South. I look up at the horizon to see a two-thirds waning moon in the light of the morning, slowing sinking out of sight to the West. I remember a line I have just read from yet another of Jan Karon's books in her Mitford series, A New Song, "the ineffable holiness of small things." At my age, I do not long for the things of the past--a newer car, a bigger house, a remodeled kitchen, and so on. I simply want to enjoy the little blessings of life daily, juxtaposing the annoyances of hot weather with the knowledge that cool breezes will blow again in another month or so.

Bubba's Back

Since I live in Little Rock, it is not uncommon to see a familiar bumper sticker on many cars throughout the city. It simply reads, "I miss Bill." It needs no other explanation since former President Bill Clinton still has many fans throughout the state and country. Many of us know him only from some distance, as President of our country for eight years. Some of us know him a bit better since he was also Governor of Arkansas for two terms as well. I remember meeting him in 1984 when he came to the small Christian school where I taught to be the graduation speaker. While standing in the foyer of the auditorium, I took his hand as I was introduced to him by my friend and colleague, Deborah, who had been responsible for booking this engagement. He looked directly into my eyes as if I were the other person in the world. I immediately sensed that charisma that I had heard so much about in the past. I can only begin to imagine the intense emotion the two journalists in North Korea also felt yesterday when a door opened, and they saw President Clinton. They immediately perceived he had come to be their savior.

Of course, those on the right, like John Bolton, have already been quite critical, saying the visit simply gives North Korea what it has been seeking for years, a gigantic propaganda tool. I disagree. We have tried using a heavy hand with North Korea for years, ignoring its flinging of missiles wherever and its threats of nuclear proliferation. What does it hurt for our former President to publicly sit with North Korea's dictator for a few pictures and have a dinner with a dying man? I am on the side of those who sincerely hope the event can lead to a better understanding between North Korea and America in the future.

In any event, "Bubba's Back." I hope to see new bumper stickers proclaiming that message. I hope that he will continue to use whatever influence he has to promote understanding and peace within the world.

Existing With Us

My husband is a big fan of the Mash episodes from the past. He tends to watch a couple of these programs each day. I consider the series more a man's interest than a woman's, but--as I was waiting for the local news--one of the endings last week caught my attention. The chaplain was presenting a sermon before one of the important hierarchical members of the church. He haltingly said something like, "God created us so that He could exist with us." I have read the idea before in various spiritual books, but I began thinking more about the truth of the idea. I went back to the book of Genesis and re-read the creation story a couple of times. We know that God has emotions because we as humans have them, and we are created in His image. Also, the Old Testament and the New Testament indicate that He has the emotions of love, anger, and so on depending upon what humans are up to at any given point. I am always surprised, however, to think of God's greatness contrasted to our puny juvenile behaviors and to realize that God actually wants to exist with us. He wants to pursue a relationship with us and be our Friend.

Traditional teaching within the evangelical church says that God has always co-existed with Jesus and the Holy Spirit. It is the Holy Spirit, we believe as Christians, that lives within us to give us gentle reminders that we need to emulate Christ through caring for those who are the weakest in society, reminding us of the need for confession when we hurt others or ourselves, and sharing the Word of God with others who might not be believers. We do not hear that much in our churches, however, about God's creating us for fellowship with Him.

It stands to reason that, if God perceived that the first man was lonely and should not be alone, that He Himself also had that emotional need for love, friends, and respect. Reason tells us we should give Him that honor every day through our praise and worship. We fail so often though to include Him even in our thoughts. I have developed a new respect for the truths presented in Mash.

Clicking Those Red Heels Together Again

It was the day before July 3, late Friday afternoon when political bombshells tend to go undetected into the night, that Sarah Palin came out into the front yard of her home to announce her resignation as governor of Alaska. We have seen her many times in her red jacket and her red high heels, and it has become her signature look. Once more, she clicked her heels together and repeated, like Dorothy, "there's no place like home." This is not the first time.

When she was a member of the Oil and Gas Conservation Commission, she decided she could not make the reforms she needed and resigned her position in protest of her colleagues' actions. That move gave her an opportunity to present her platform and run for Governor of state.

Much analysis has been given by the media over the past ten days as to the motives behind Palin's move. She has been called "crazy like a fox" by commentator Bill Kristol who thinks her resignation could perhaps be a smart political move. Most commentators though have simply called her "crazy" and speak of her rambling, almost incoherent, statement as proof of her unworthiness to move forward politically.

For the past year, I have wanted to give Sarah Palin a chance. I have closed my eyes to the disastrous interview with Katie Couric, the "ya know" speech patterns, and the lack of knowledge about world events. What I cannot forgive, however, is a conservative woman who simply quits. Perhaps it is because of my rearing (as Churchill said, "never give in") that I refuse to forgive this move. As a more liberal woman in a conservative environment during my working career, I learned early on that we women must be able to withstand the opposition both from men-- -and other women, who can be even worse enemies. Yes, our frienemies can be as destructive as our true opponents.

If we women are honest, we all wish we could click our heels and return home again--without the stress of dealing with difficult problems, without hearing our families criticized, and without insinuations about our ethics. We simply cannot be leaders and changemakers, however, without the will to persevere.

Nagivating a Frozen River

I just watched the film Frozen River with Melissa Leo in her academy award nominated role. Her role portrayed with poignancy the dilemma facing many families in America today--poverty and the ethics connected with being able to provide for one's family. Ray, Leo's character, is the mother of two boys and living with a runaway husband, who takes with him the little money they had saved for a double-wide mobile home. The home represents her dream to have a three bedroom place of her home. Unfortunately, she makes a series of bad decisions relating to illegal immigration in order to get money for the final balloon payment. As a professional person, I would like to say that I have never needed to consider what I might do in such an instance. I would like to say that is true, but it is not.

Since my mother was a single working mom, I had seen her struggle through the years financially. Many times as a child I got up in the morning to see the tips on the kitchen table--rarely a dollar among them--couched in a sea of small change: quarters, dimes, nickles, and even pennies. These tips were basically our source of daily income. To my knowledge, my mother was always honest in her life with the use of her money. I do remember, however, that she did take gifts from her boyfriends through the years--groceries, Christmas presents for my sister and me, dancing lessons for a short time for me, and so on.

My husband and I chose to work in non-profit institutions for the majority of our working careers, and we knew that making ends meet would sometimes be a challenge. One Christmas when we were the most cash poor, I remember driving around in Fayetteville two days before the holiday and considering pawning my wedding set in order to provide gifts for the children. I eventually wrote a hot check for what I wanted to buy in a small shopping center. Since the check was for over $100, I figured I would be turned down once a call was made to the bank. It happened though that the clerk was one of my former students who simply put the check into the drawer without that call. I guess he at least saw me as a person who would never violate his trust. I knew that my husband's check would be in the bank the day after the holiday, and it would be covered.

For mothers and dads in the U. S. today, it is a particularly difficult time since the "greatest recession since the Depression" continues to plague our economy. Blue collar and white collar crime rates are increasing on a daily basis. We do not have any assurance from the government that the recession will end soon. I pray daily for these mothers and fathers who need jobs and ways to support their children. They need somehow to be able to nagivate the frozen economic river engulfing them.