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231 pages, Paperback
Published November 9, 2004
"Love is like Life, merely longer* Again, the power Lightman has with words. The main character, although unreliable in his memory, gives us random thoughts that are so beautifully said.
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping up the Dust and chanting "Live"!
"Suddenly a young person wakes up and finds the universe tilting and grasping in front of him. Infinity. So many things are happening for the first time. What young people don’t realize is that so much is happening for the last time, as well. The world is both opening and closing at once.
The first kiss, the first ecstasy of love, the play of light in the trees on a particular fall day, the endless flood of strength in our biceps and thighs. We have the illusion that all of this will happen again and again. In a way, this falseness of youth is even more painful than the branching channels ahead. For the young are very much aware of the moment of the first kiss, the first ecstasy of love, and so on. They are keenly aware. Their terrible miscalculation is thinking that these moments will repeat in the infinity of time, that their bodies and minds will hold."
"Unconditional love. That’s what he wants to give her and what he wants from her. People should give without wanting anything in return. All other giving is selfish. But he is being selfish a little, isn’t he, by wanting her to love him in return? He hopes that she loves him in return. Is it possible for a person to love without wanting love back? Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing of rain?"* It feels like there is no excess in this slim, sleek novel. For example, Charles had a classmate, Cunningham, that wrote a biography on a German astronomer named Ulrich Schmecken. In short, the story is that the astronomer carried out his research alone but when it went to the observatory, he would take with him a girl from the village. He would make passionate love to her there and then the remaining hours of the night he would then proceed to search and successfully find new asteroids. One evening in 1898, one young lady refused to engage in his "preasteroidal coition". As he had never been turned down before in his life, he was so defeated that following that night he never returned to his scientific career. Our narrator, Charles, comments on this story a few times, including the psychology behind it, which I greatly appreciated. A favorite thought he had was regarding, of all things, the difference between kissing and licking. The reason for this thought? In his footnotes, Cunningham explained that Schmecken, in his diary, had not used the German word for kiss, but the word for lick. However, in his determination, Schmecken had meant kiss and so he changed it to that in his translation. Charles sees the error in this.
"The difference between kissing and licking is not a small thing. It is the difference between leisurely romance and fierce passion, between cold and hot, between stone and blood, between mind and body. Is it not true that we kiss with our minds but we lick with our bodies? We kiss grandparents, children, familiar spouses. Kissing can be polite, a peck on the cheek, even a full kiss on the mouth, even the French kiss. But licking his never polite. Licking is ill mannered, licking is total surrender to sex, total surrender to body. Licking is the return to primality.He then quotes from a student's thesis in which he introduces the theory that eating and speaking are minor functions of the tongue, the main one being sex. I found this actually possible. And very fascinating, since that idea had never entered my mind.