Heaps opens the door to the narrator’s life and invites you inside. This stream of consciousness doesn’t just show the paintings on the wall, the polished silverware, the dining room for guests…it invites you to view the cluttered broom closet, the toilet that hasn’t been scrubbed for over a week, the pantry full of expired goods. I was completely enamored by the honesty of this narrator. What a relief to read a book that doesn’t blame others for their error, but presents a narrator who simply lives life as they know best/how and with arms wide open.
There are so many moments that spoke to me, but I’ll just include a couple here. “Don’t you know, it wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t deserve it. We are all being punished for sins we committed in a past life.” I’m constantly reviewing my sins, wondering what karmic actions I’ve caused for myself and others. The relationships in this book make your heart scream, sometimes because you’ve been there and other times because you don’t want anyone to be there.
My favorite essay begins: “I am in proximity. I am in close proximity.” It really made me ruminate on the people who are on the periphery of our lives. The orbiting planets that never quite come into contact. Yet how much harm, or safety, those strangers can cause us indirectly.
“It is eternally irritating to me, the pain I endure for men’s pleasure. When they complain to me about their knees, or their backs, or their fingers.
If I complained we would get nothing done.”
I often find myself rise to temper…how quick I am to complain about others for not handling their pain when mine seems insurmountable. Men complaining about a paper cut, or soggy socks, or even a mild nuisance such as traffic. Heaps articulates the reality of life that most shy away from. The truth, rather than the glossed over finish. So many situations, thoughts, and feelings relatable…I’ll be returning to Proximity for many years to come for the understanding it offers.