Two years after seeing the eclipse, Dillard wrote about the experience. The total eclipse leads Dillard to evaluate her beliefs about the moral connectivity of humans to each other and to the world they inhabit.
Annie Dillard (born April 30, 1945) is an American author, best known for her narrative prose in both fiction and non-fiction. She has published works of poetry, essays, prose, and literary criticism, as well as two novels and one memoir. Her 1974 work Pilgrim at Tinker Creek won the 1975 Pulitzer Prize for General Nonfiction. Dillard taught for 21 years in the English department of Wesleyan University, in Middletown, Connecticut.
god this is creative nonfiction <3 i fear i have been a little starved for the good stuff this year (i have not been reading, which is my fault). there is a specific event experienced by author — in this case, the eclipse — expressed in the most delicious language (the metaphors,, the detail,, it's so evocative), with reverberations drawn out into more universal reflection.
i must again reiterate how beautiful some of these passages are — e.g. "you might drown in your own spittle, god knows, at any time; you might wake up dead in a small hotel, a cabbage head watching TV while snows pile up in the passes, watching TV while the chili peppers smile and the moon passes over the sun and nothing changes and nothing is learned because you have lost your bucket and shovel and no longer care." i got this pdf from eleanor so it came with her annotations and highlights, which was in itself also a joyful reading experience.
minus 1 star because there's a chunk in the middle (section iii) that i think becomes repetitive and could be edited out (alas, i am always looking for where to cut). but everything else hits so hard. kinda obsessed.
I had to write a 15 pages paper with a story using this as an example. I ended up enjoying the writing and the recollection of the events that Dillard tell us about.
'De geest wil dat de wereld zijn liefde beantwoordt, of zijn besef, zijn inzicht; de geest wil de hele wereld doorgronden, de hele eeuwigheid, tot God aan toe. Maar het lichaam, de sidekick van de geest, is al dik tevreden met een spiegelei.'
The beginning was a little bit of a drag but towards the middle of the events leading to the eclipse really did a wonderful job of grabbing my attention till the end. I loved her detailed language and personification to our mundane rituals in being the key of living a non-adventurous and unfulfilled life. The true mysterious of life live under our nose, just our choice to look and find them.
Every once in a while I read something that shakes me up, reminds me of the world’s glory, and makes me feel lucky to be alive. This is one of those times. Thank you, Annie Dillard.
It had been like dying, that sliding down the mountain pass. It had been like the death of someone, irrational, that sliding down the mountain pass and into the region of dread. It was like slipping into fever, or falling down that hole in sleep from which you wake yourself whimpering. We had crossed the mountains that day, and now we were in a strange place – a hotel in central Washington, in a town near Yakima. The eclipse we had traveled here to see would occur early in the next morning.
I lay in bed. My husband, Gary, was reading beside me. I lay in bed and looked at the painting on the hotel room wall. It was a print of a detailed and lifelike painting of a smiling clown’s head, made out of vegetables. It was a painting of the sort which you do not intend to look at, and which, alas, you never forget. Some tasteless fate presses it upon you; it becomes part of the complex interior junk you carry with you wherever you go. Two years have passed since the total eclipse of which I write. During those years I have forgotten, I assume, a great many things I wanted to remember – but I have not forgotten that clown painting or its lunatic setting in the old hotel. The clown was bald. Actually, he wore a clown’s tight rubber wig, painted white; this stretched over the top of his skull, which was a cabbage. His hair was bunches of baby carrots. Inset in his white clown makeup, and in his cabbage skull, were his small and laughing human eyes. The clown’s glance was like the glance of Rembrandt in some of the self-portraits: lively, knowing, deep, and loving. The crinkled shadows around his eyes were string beans. His eyebrows were parsley. Each of his ears was a broad bean. His thin, joyful lips were red chili peppers; between his lips were wet rows of human teeth and a suggestion of a real tongue. The clown print was framed in gilt and glassed.
This article was very interesting to me. I read this article the night before I viewed the 2017 eclipse. It was insightful to see how dramatic these events can be. Even though my personal viewing of the 2017 eclipse was no where near as extreme as Dillard's was, it is interesting to see how amazing eclipses can be. This story made me want to be able to view a total eclipse one day just as Dillard did.
I had to read this for a college class, and it was horrible. I absolutely believe Dillard was high on something while writing this essay. It was all over the place. Her storyline was okay until she would veer off and rant in a tangent about something completely different. She did this several times. I had to make notes just to keep up. I knew there was no way I would be able to remember all the ridiculous details of this atrocious story.
Though this article included a well-written, and detailed first-person account of a total eclipse, I did not find it all that interesting. I did enjoy the amount of detail that the author used, which allowed me to visualize the eclipse. However, I simply did not enjoy it given that I was reading about a total eclipse and not seeing it for myself.
Dillard personifies our daily rituals and explores what they mean to us in wonderful passages. I definitely needed to break my creative nonfiction hiatus with this and it did not disappoint.
I immediately associated this with the songs bathwater and little rituals by Luna Shadows.
This article was not that interesting to me. It is a personal account of an eclipse. She goes into great detail about the eclipse and what happened while it was going on. My experience with an eclipse was not as dramatic as hers.
I had the privilege to read this before the 2017 total eclipse. Great narrative that shows with outstanding clarity the appeal and beauty of a solar eclipse. Would recommend to all, particularly those who have not had the opportunity to see an eclipse for themselves.
"Seeing this black body was like seeing a mushroom cloud. The heart screeched. The meaning of the sight overwhelmed its fascination. It obliterating meaning itself. If you were to glance out one day and see a row of mushroom clouds rising on the horizon, you would know at once that what you were seeing, remarkable as it was, was intrinsically not worth remarking. No use running to tell anyone. Significant as it was, it did not matter a whit. For what is significance? It is significance for people. No people, no significance. This is all I have to tell you."
Read this essay (didn’t listen to the cassette LOL) in the lead up the total eclipse this week. I didn’t witness totality so this was a nice substitute. This is an insightful reminder of experiencing a widespread event prior to social media and instant mass media.
"I looked at Gary. He was in the film. Everything was lost. He was a platinum print, a dead artist’s version of life. I saw on his skull the darkness of night mixed with the colors of day. My mind was going out; my eyes were receding the way galaxies recede to the rim of space. Gary was lighters away, gesturing inside a circle of darkness, down the wrong end of a telescope. He smiled as if he saw me; the stringy crinkles around his eyes moved. The sight of him, familiar and wrong, was something I was remembering from centuries hence, from the other side of death: yes, that is the way he used to look, when we were living. When it was our generation’s turn to be alive. I could not hear him; the wind was too loud. Behind him the sun was going. We had all started down a chute of time. At first it was pleasant; now there was no stopping it."
A long tangent that had really interesting moments. Reflective. Bored me for a lot of it, goes in total different directions randomly but very lyrical. Read in one sitting. Read for University.
Total Eclipse tells the encounter of viewing a total Solar eclipse. I happened to read this article before viewing the 2017 Solar Eclipse and it was absolutely breathtaking. Reading about the total eclipse made me wish I had been able to view a total eclipse. I was, sadly, just out of line and only saw a partial eclipse but after reading her article I can imagine the amazing sight that a total eclipse was.