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Empty nesting again

Each year I become more convinced time goes more rapidly. That was confirmed again this morning when the youngest and middle daughter headed back to college. Although middle daughter worked in Pierre during the summer, it seems like it was just two or three weeks ago youngest daughter got home for the summer.

They took off today as middle daughter starts school next week and needed to get moved back into her place in Lincoln, Neb., and take care of a variety of things before school starts. She will take her sister to the Omaha Saturday morning for her flight back to Massachusetts. I don’t feel too sorry for her, though. She actually doesn’t start school until September and is spending next week on Cape Cod with the family of one of her college friends — it’s a tough life, I guess. She then goes back to UMass for RA training before the dorms open around Labor Day weekend. (Eldest daughter spent the summer in Columbia, Mo., where she’s about to start work on her second — yes, second — master’s degree.)

That means the two dogs are stuck with the ol’ folks again, which is never as much fun for them. The two ol’ folks are again stuck with each other and while there’s always an adjustment period we get used to it and learned during the first year of empty nesting that we do still actually like each other. (At least I learned that. I’ve never been brave enough to specifically ask my wife if she agrees.)

Still, somebody needs to slow things down a bit. Hell, it was just yesterday I was thrilled to be heading back to college from home.


To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase “terrible beauty.” Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened[.]

Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir

Book Review: Our Tragic Universe by Scarlett Thomas

Scarlett Thomas likes to write about big ideas. She doesn’t deviate from that in her latest novel, Our Tragic Universe. In fact, the novel is built around portentous issues like immortality and whether we are all living in a simulated universe — and the storyless story.

That’s right, the storyless story. Essentially, it’s a story whose entire point “is the subtle rejection of story within its own structure.” It is, says the main character, almost metafiction “but more delicate.” So, is fiction involving metafiction itself metafictional? I’m enough of an illiterati that I may find it easier to wrap my mind around living in a simulated universe.

Thomas’ last novel, The End of Mr. Y, was predicated on a supposedly cursed 19th Century book but explored concepts like consciousness, quantum physics and parallel realities. Although an analogous approach and similar ideas percolate through Our Tragic Universe, it often seems the true focus of the book is personal relationships and the nature of storytelling. And, to some extent, it is its own storyless story.

The novel is built around Meg Carpenter, who is still trying to write the “groundbreaking, literary, serious debut novel” for which she received an advance 11 years ago. Carpenter, whose novel is down to 43 words at one point in the book, has spent the years writing and ghostwriting genre fiction and holding workshops and retreats to teach others how to write it. As she also writes book reviews for some income, she reads a book called The Science of Living Forever. It proposes we have passed the Omega Point, where science has created a “Second World” in which we live as we head toward immortality. As Thomas notes both in the story and the acknowledgments, this is based on physicist Frank Tipler’s 1994 book The Physics of Immortality, where Tipler argued there would be a future “omega point” at which an infinite amount of information processing power would result in computer simulations of all intelligent life that has ever lived. Carpenter’s almost infatuation-like interest in the ideas of The Science of Living Forever and its follow-up is one of the frameworks upon which Thomas builds the story.

As the fact she is still working on her novel suggests, Carpenter’s life has not quite gone as she might have expected. Her relationship with her live-in, increasingly moody boyfriend is growing distant, at best. She thinks she’s falling for a much older, married man. While her boyfriends works full-time at a non-paying position, they live on the occasional payments she gets from her reviews or genre book sales. Her friends all seem to be confronting their own issues. All the while, Carpenter tells us how she is working on and thinking of her big novel — metafiction within the story itself — and how there was “always something there to delete.” As she ponders the concept of the Omega Point and the changes in her life, The Tragic Universe suggests there is a commonality between how we view the universe and the storyless story.

As one of Carpenter’s friends says in a “manifesto” about the storyless story, it has no moral center, presents a paradox with no answers or solutions except false ones, and a “reader is not encouraged to ‘get into’ the storyless story but to stay outside.” Perhaps oversimplifying it, in layman’s terms it is an almost Zen-like approach to the journey, not the destination or conclusion, that is important. Carpenter begins to think that modern life is similar, that people are becoming “little more than character arcs, with nothing in our lives apart from getting to act two, and then act three and then dying.” We are focused on the destination and what is immediately useful, rather than the journey and whatever direction it may take us. She comes to believe that moving inexorably to definitive resolution is what is wrong. She wants “a tragic universe, not a nice rounded-off universe with a moral at the end.”

The Tragic Universe seems to reflect this thought process. It isn’t a book that provides answers or solutions, or much, if any, resolution. It might even suggest that if you’re finding answers in it, they’re not the right ones. Ultimately, then, if you want a book with a fixed or final meaning, Thomas isn’t giving you one. If, however, you want to accompany a character who seems to place as much value on meandering toward the destinations in her life than where she might ultimately end up, The Tragic Universe might be your storyless story.


I don’t want to live in a universe with a fixed meaning, and the end of mystery. The universe should be unfathomable.

Scarlett Thomas, Our Tragic Universe

Weekend Edition: 8-14

Bulletin Board

  • I should have mentioned it before since it ended with July but I did not succeed with the Random Reading Challenge. I made it 75 percent of the way there but under the grading standards in the local schools that’s a “D”. Even the host, Caribousmom, also didn’t make her goal. And, sadly, I identify with her feeling of “failing miserably” since I’ve only read two books for the challenge I started.
  • Happy happy joy joy! I got my letter Thursday from the NCAA telling me I have tickets for the Frozen Four in St. Paul in April.

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…a man ain’t nothing but his mind

Blind Willie Johnson, “Soul of a Man”

Friday Follies 2.27

A Florida man was arrested after punching the father of an autistic because the child disturbed his dining experience at Olive Garden. (via Jonathan Turley)

The North Carolina State Bar has filed charges against an attorney who is alleged to have asked a divorce client how much it would cost to unbutton or remove each button on her top. The charges also allege the attorney told the client, “I would expect us to explore everything in the world sexually tonight we could think of…”

Asterisks Don’t Make Expletives Okay, According to F**king Bureaucrats

The Pillsbury Doughboy takes out the Dough Girl.

I may need to create a calling 911 subcategory. This week, a Florida woman was already being arrested when she “threatened to call 911 and complain that she was being arrested.” (via Dumb as a Blog)

A battle of behemoths: the Catholic Church vs. funeral homes.


The laws sometimes sleep, but never die.

Latin legal maxim

Book Review: Thumbing Through Thoreau by Kenny Luck

Open any respectable book of quotations and there’s a 99.9 percent change you will see several from Henry David Thoreau. So, one might ask, is the world in need of a book consisting solely of selected quotes from Thoreau’s writing? Kenny Luck thought so, believing “we all could use a dose of Thoreau from time to time.” As a result, Luck compiled Thumbing Through Thoreau: A Book of Quotations by Henry David Thoreau, a book that differs from many collections of Thoreau’s quotes or writings in several ways.

The most noticeable difference is a graphic one. The cover is a portion of a watercolor painting that has been released in limited edition prints to benefit the Walden Woods Project. The project seeks to preserve the land near Walden Pond, where Thoreau lived for two years as he sought, as he put it, “to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life.” Then, not only does each quote get its own page and printed in a variety of font sizes and shades, each page contains a black and white illustration by Jay Luke or Ren Adams. These elements seem designed to give a coffee table book feel to the work.

Although not containing as much material as more traditional compilations of Thoreau quotations, Thumbing Through Thoreau still takes a broad approach. Luck goes beyond Thoreau’s published books and essays. Luck says he approached Thoreau “from a devotional, rather than an academic point of view.” He spent hours going through Thoreau’s journals and correspondence and concluded that “the wisdom contained in [the] journal entries rivaled the most complex systems of thought laid out by any philosopher before or since.”

While small excerpts from those journals won’t convince the reader of that conclusion, Luck’s “devotional” approach has justification. After all, Thoreau is one of the major figures in the New England transcendentaliism movement. Thoreau’s writings reflect the movement’s bent toward idealism, rejection of conformity and finding spirituality in the individual and nature. Because these views applied to all aspects of society, Thumbing Through Thoreau categorizes the quotations into three broad sections, Society & Government, Spirituality & Nature, and Love.

Some of the most well-known bits of Thoreau’s Walden are here. There is “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation,” as well as perhaps the most famous sentence in the conclusion, “If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.” Yet by digging into the journals and correspondence Luck may present aspects of Thoreau with which many may not be as familiar or that demonstrate that Walden was not the onset of the philosophy and ideas it expresses. In fact, the quotations from the journals and correspondence are equally as contemplative and perhaps a bit more inward looking.

Throughout them, the concepts that imbued New England transcendentalism are present. For example, nearly six years before building his one room house on Walden Pond and embarking on a solitary life, Thoreau wrote in his journal, “Silence is the communing of a conscious soul with itself.” Walden was not a philosophy experiment, it was implementing an already existent belief system.

In that regard, Thumbing Through Thoreau may not be revelatory, or even surprising, to those familiar with Thoreau’s life. Yet the extent of one’s knowledge about Thoreau won’t keep a person from picking up the book when the mood strikes, whether it’s to look for a particular topic in the index or, as Luck did, thumb through Thoreau.

(This review is part of a “blog tour” for the book this month.)


It is always a short step to peace of mind.

Henry David Thoreau, Journal, March 27, 1841