Tears flowing down my face. An unstoppable river. They are not made of sorrow. They are so full of dreams come true, of wishes spent admiring the stars at night. They are tears of hope that a love can live forever, that memories cannot be washed away like a pebble on a shore, that each and single powerful wave that life throws at you, won’t bring your love down into a never-ending whirlpool of nothingness. When you experience such a love, you will be willing to wait an eternity to be reunited. Your memories will live and live again, in words, in the hearts you’ve touched, in those who crossed your path for even a fraction of a second.
Our paths are destined to cross each other. One day, you will meet me. One day, you’ll see me, and I’ll see you. One day will turn into forever. Even if we will never be together in this life, you’ll be with me. Our memories will lead me back to you.
Neither Present Time by Caren J. Werlinger is one of those novels that you won’t forget easily. It screams “remember us” from each and every single one of its pages. It’s a beautifully story-in-a-story novel, a historical one, set before and after the Second World War, and a contemporary one. The way the plots intertwine reflects the way memories are passed from one generation to the other, and thus reinforcing the concept that true love never dies, and all of this, thanks to the power of words, of a book.
Beryl Gray, a librarian at the Lauinger in Washington D.C., is living a life she’s happy with. A job she cares about and a partner, Claire, who she is willing to spend the rest of her life with. Years and years of putting her needs aside, in favor of caring for the others, have made Beryl a shadow of herself. The moment this truth hits her, like finally looking into a mirror, all her certainties crumble and she will have to find her own way back in life. It all starts with Beryl opening a book sold during an auction, and for which she is asked to do an evaluation. The book contains a dedication. A what it seems to be a love dedication from Helen to Corinne. A love that seemed to be destined to endure forever. Beryl wants to find out if such a love truly exists. In her search for it, she will rediscover herself and meet wonderful people that will become dear to her heart, and a house that will wait for her with open doors, ready to embrace her as her own.
A house full of memories. A house that means so much more than few walls trying to support each other. A house that hides secrets and a lot of heartaches. A house that saw love grow so strong and fade away only with death.
So many emotions. I felt so much reading Neither Present Time. I should have known by now that every single book written by Caren J. Werlinger has the power to touch something in me. Those meticulous chosen words are pure poetry to my ears. It’s like being engulfed by words of times gone by, like meeting again a dear friend. Her stories do good to your heart. Sometimes good can come by shedding a tear. The power to evoke emotions, of letting someone else feel those emotions is the most dangerous weapon an author has at their disposal, and yet, their most amazing one.
I felt everything, on my skin, in my heart, in my breath, in my salty tears.
I fell in love with the love Helen and Corinne had for each other. With the love of herself Beryl finally found. With Ridley’s kindness in supporting Beryl. With Aggie’s patience and respect of Beryl’s needs.
The characters are so well depicted. All of them.
It’s a truly inspirational novel. I could talk forever about it.
Obligations versus the right to pursue your own happiness. Time is never clement.
And my thoughts go to my mother and to what she always says “I will never leave this house. We worked so hard to build it. If you ever sell it, I will know”. The house that she trapped herself in to take care of a family, of a partner, of her children. The house that for years has been her lonely prison, never willing to get out, only with my father at her side. The house where her inner voices started keeping her company. The house where I would see her every summer, where her shadow would look from the window and stare and me and my wife going out in the outside world.
I never wanted to be like my mother. Erasing yourself for love, thinking you could do it all alone. Oblige and serve. Never ask. Until you can’t take it anymore. Just like Beryl.
And yet, I almost made the same mistake. Almost forgetting who I was, because I didn’t ask for help, because I didn’t voice my needs, because every day started being gray, until it became a never-ending night. Until love, my love, brought me back to the light, so that I could feel the sun again on my face.
The sun… the sun that in Neither Present Time is the Italian sun, the one that you can smell, Helen used to say to Corinne. Never an analogy has been to more perfect than this.
Thank you for your books, Caren J. Werlinger. You are a poet and a novelist all in one.