The Tiger’s Wife: A Review (Part II)

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And then, there is the returning to a child again.  For me, part of this returning has happened in my travels, in seeing how others view the world.  Part of it has been my daughter, and her effervescence for life, lived only as a child could do it.  For the grandfather, becoming a child again comes through meeting the deathless man.

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The Tiger’s Wife: A Review (Part I)

When I was young, I remember staying up late to read the gospels.  Light from the hall filtered through the crack in the bedroom door, and  I could put the Bible on the floor and move it from left to right, digesting magical and fantastic stories before I went to sleep.  These stories enraptured me more than anesthetized fairy tales could: there was a darker element, and a realism that fairy tales did not have, despite the fantastical  events.

Later, I discovered Gabriel Garcia Marquez in college.  I enjoyed his writing, but could not connect with it at the level I wanted: the culture was so different, and set so closely to modern-day, that I enjoyed it intellectually without connecting emotionally.  It wasn’t until I traveled to Africa and then Costa Rica that I understood the fantastic in new ways.  I heard stories about people possessed and rising from the dead, about eagles giving messages to climbers; I saw superstition firsthand.  Those Bible stories I had read by the light of the hall became more real, more possible because some people still believed that there was possibility beyond what we could see and touch and reason.

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