I adored this literary tour through the symbol of the heart—cultures, letters, medicine, religion, history—what a delightful compendium.
These are the first words I'd ever read of Gail Godwin, but it won't be the last. Her own heart and erudition are evident through this hospitable nonfiction. I used an absurd amount of ink in the margins and book darts, my highest compliment I can pay to a book.
I can barely sum it up better than this passage where she describes how an editor, via her agent, pitched this idea to her while she was in the midst of planning her next novel:
"Someone's had this delicious, rather quirky idea. ...
'A book about the heart,' John said. 'Not a medical book, but the ways we've imagined the heart through time in myth and art and popular culture and what those images tell us about the human condition, then and now. It would be informative, but not scholarly. More of a lush, intimate book with a narrative arc.'
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'It should have world history and religion and psychology and the arts in it, but it shouldn't be a plodding survey... Whoever writes it should try for a broad, inclusive sweep, with emphasis on the lively, human-interest stuff. ...
And not survey-ish or travelogue-y either. More like a long conversation with that writer over drinks or tea, about books and lovers and mystics and animals and gardens — all sorts of weird and curious stories about the heart. There should be medical stories, too, cardiology lore..."
She goes on to describe how then her "internal reference library" kept her awake at night. And we're the recipients of that rich internal library. (I mean, what a way to describe one's inner life!) She certainly succeeds in bringing together a rich collection of prophets and poets and playwrights and painters that I'll no doubt visit again and again.
The perfect read for February!