I loved this book, following the late life blooming of Tom Ripple. It took a long time for Chadwick to write, but you can really feel his love for his protagonist. Remarkable. But nestled in this story of personal understanding and growth, is the wonderful philosophical exposition of the essence of human kindness. And that is.....
Jane’s death and funeral. How lovely to take a lawyer who doesn’t believe in God and make her the person most symbolic of charity as defined in 1 Corinthians xiii.
This is the essence of the Christian life, yet not in a church, and surely not from a preacher’s mouth...so subtly done.
The chapter means that we can know many things and have many things and do many things and yet, that is all nothing unless we are pure of heart, that we act charitably, for the sake of others and God and with no expectation of reward. It also means that what we know now is cloaked in a riddle: we only know part. That perfection awaits us in the ultimate answer that God will provide. (I write this, though a infidel). Chadwick certainly makes Jane the poster child for the charitable person. The second part, however....and perhaps, he elides: “When I was a child…..” Does he mean Ripple, who as a younger man somnambulated through a marriage and the growth of his children? He watched TV. Not a bad man, but an incomplete man. But then he took Mrs. Bradecki to Poland, and met and loved Jane, grew fond of Schubert. He came to understand, to see life not so darkly through its glass.
Ripple is smart enough and kind enough. He wants to be liked but if he isn’t, well, it really isn’t that big a deal. He suffers fools.
He admits his flaws. Indeed, he is flawed, but isn’t that the way it must be in a flawed world?
He seems to loathe no one.
He gets by.
I really miss Tom Ripple.