This was exactly the book I needed to read at this time. It's a book about marriage and family, about children and the sense of never having enough money to pay the bills. It's a book about the ways in which women support each other, and a book that takes place for the most part In the Orchard of the title. It reads like poetry, which may be why it received an average of three stars. It isn't a propulsive plot, it felt to me like the kind of book I sank into. It affected my in my body more than my mind. It brought back being pregnant and giving birth and nursing. It reminded me of raising my sons, of teaching young children.
"Exercise the kindness muschle," Xavier would remind her..."otherwise it will never get strong." Xavier had been taught in pre-school what seemed to escape mankind throughout time."
"When Xavier was in the three year old class, Janet, the pre-school director, had told Maisie, "This child doesn't respond to no," after she'd heard Maisie saying, "No, Xavier, we don't have time for that."...when Maisie began with , Xavier would inevitably tune her out. It was just as easy to say, "We're running late, can you get your shoes one?" and he would happily scamper into his shoes and they'd be off."
73 "Just remember," said Nana, "wherever you put your focus, that's what will grow and grow and grow. It will be your treasure, whether you intend it to be your treasure or not. If you look for disappointment, you'll grow disappointed and resentful. If you look for things to be grateful for, you will grow grateful and kind. Look for things to be amazed by, Maisie, and you'll be full of amazement and curiosity." So true, I think.
85 the family's debt ridden life...a theme that runs through the story, but doesn't overwhelm the novel, that God. It's more about the world and the children and the orchard and the sensation of nursing and of the individual people in this family.
121 "Money was only money, a thing that stood for a certain kind of value. What was value? Love was the valuable thing obviously". And she goes on to think of how they have all these children to protect and have gone so far into debt, a recurring theme that interrupts the glorious moments of nursing and tending and enjoying her children and her husband, Neil.
The delight of Xavier's birthday, by the stream, two herons flew overhead, their long legs tucked along their undersides and Xavier's friend says, "like pteranodons," exclaimed X's friend, Amir.
201-202 After she births, into a new room of life she will find hersel, where it's as though she's been placed in a new story, a new set on a new stage , where she is handed a little breathing football-of-a-thing (and directions then for how to love it) and more about being pregnat on 205
216-218 "When you get ready to live," says the woman, you've got to be ready to have a lot of joy and a lot of sorrow. The wonderful thing about life is that it has a way of teaching us how to live it." She then shares that she had a child who died...choked on a grape. "I think about her at least every hour...what I could have done different to protect her, what sort of person she would be, and all the wonderful things about being alive that she missed...." ...Children...all they really want to know is how you love, how you love other people, and how you love or don't love your own life."
Maisie complains about money problems. "Problem schmoblem. Problems are there to be solved. You can either choose whether you want to be stupid and feel sorry for yourself, or you can look to find meaning. There are the meaning makers and there are the takers for whom nothing will ever be enough, for whom others are always disappointing them, for whom grudges and resentment act as pillows that make them comfortable and prop them up. The meaning-makers, they look past their anger; they look around the nuisance of themselves to the fertile ground beyond, where positive energy grows. Isn't that what hell is? The difficulties we put ourselves through and then wonder who's to blame?...One good way to know if you are ignoring pain, or if you are projecting your pain is if you are blaming other people for the way you feel...(andthen we find out that the olderwoman has many different stories for how and why her daughter Annie died.)
225 The grass. The autumn trees. Her family. Heavedn is all of the ordinary: waiting in the car to pick someone up. the petty squabbling and prickly bickering, getting milk from the cooler at the store, the annoyance of getting out the trash in the rain, the lavishness of impatience, the hot water running out in the shower, the plant not growing well and dying, the dirty floor in the kitchen, the empty bank account, the discomfort in the belly, the paradise that is confusing thoughts, the worry and tenderness and sick-heavy love that holds on to her heart, all of it saying Life, Life, Life. Raising her family was bustin herself opena and loving her children was leading her into so differently than before. Where could she harness whatever power was within it? Where does one put all of that? Into more power, more grace, more growth?
If she were a prisoner of war, or dying in a hospital bed, or war, or if she were terminally ill, or one of her children were terminally ill, or lost, or addictedm there is no doubt that it would be her daily life --some days drudgery, some days with dips into transcendence like a dip into a pool...it would be daily life that she would long for, not some perfect, constant paradise. Peace isn't anything without disturbance, and love isn't love without any of its opposites trying to foil it up.
237--239 She sees the apples, berries, blackberry, white flowers, glossy berries...what did any of that have to do with money? The children run after her along the stream. I might just run in." She does, and falls backward." Esme is in her arms. Neil barks at her, "Can you hear me? You might be bleeding." It sounds like he is joking. She is fine. Stars and galxies, nebulae, they all look like glowing tissue floating in fluid. It is all the same.
As I read other reviews of this book, I'm stunned by the comments. "Nothing happens in this book." "It takes place in one day." Well, yes, but in the beginning of the book pregnancy and birth happen, life happens, children grew up and say the brilliant things children say, observe the world i the way only children can...utterly surprising the adults with their understanding and language. I kept journals of my children's words.."Mommy, look, the creek is all silverware!" When riding on the child seat behind me through a cemetery near our house we came to a dead end, Josh sang out, Dead people, dead ends" over and over again. I have hundreds of these comments. I will find more of Eliza Minot's books. I've read her sister's work. Now I've found her. Hurray!!