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- Apr. 29, 1991: The Best Refuge For Insomniacs
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
- Apr. 29, 1991 Nuclear Power
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ESSAY, Page 82
- The Best Refuge For Insomniacs
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- <p>By Lance Morrow
- </p>
- <p> I know a woman whose son died by drowning on the night of
- his high school graduation. She told me she got through the
- weeks and months afterward by reading and rereading the works
- of Willa Cather. The calm and clarity of Cather's prose
- stabilized the woman and helped her through the time.
- </p>
- <p> We have rafts that we cling to in bad weather--consolations, little solidarities, numbers we dial, people we
- wake up in the middle of the night.
- </p>
- <p> Somehow it is not much fun to wake up the television set.
- The medium is a microwave: it makes reality taste wrong.
- Television transforms the world into a bright dust of electrons,
- noisy and occasionally toxic. Turn on the set and lingering
- dreams float out to mingle with CNN. Dreams are not an
- electronic medium.
- </p>
- <p> During the war in the gulf, the escapist magician made
- urgent reality inescapable. Television became spookier than
- usual in its metaphysical way: the instant global connection
- that is informative and hypnotic and jumpy all at once--immediate and unreal. The sacramental anchormen dispensed their
- unctions and alarms. During the war, I found shelter in books
- in the middle of the night. They are cozier. The global
- electronic collective, the knife of the news, could wait until
- the sun came up. The mind prefers to be private in its sleepless
- stretches.
- </p>
- <p> Read what? I am not talking exactly about reading to
- escape. Nor about reading to edify and impress oneself. Paradise
- Lost is not much help at 3 in the morning, except of course as
- a heavy sleeping potion. I mean the kind of reading one does to
- keep sane, to touch other intelligences, to absorb a little
- grace. In Vietnam the soldiers said, "He is a man you can walk
- down the road with." They meant, a man you can trust when the
- road is very dangerous. Every reader knows there are certain
- books you can go down the road with.
- </p>
- <p> Everyone has his or her own list--each list no doubt is
- peculiar, idiosyncratic. The books you keep for the middle of
- the night serve a deeply personal purpose, one of companionship.
- Your connection with them is a mystery of affinities. Each mind
- has its night weather, its topographies. I like certain books
- about fly fishing, for example, especially Norman Mac lean's
- brilliant A River Runs Through It, which, like fishing itself,
- sometimes makes sudden, taut connections to divinity.
- </p>
- <p> One man rereads the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. He
- cherishes their world, the fogs and bobbies, the rational
- wrapped in an ambient madness, the inexplicable each time
- yielding its secret in a concluding sunburst, a sharp clarity.
- </p>
- <p> Television news, when it flies in raw and ragged, can be
- lacerating. The medium destroys sequence. Reading restores to
- the mind a stabilization of linear prose, a bit of the
- architecture of thought. First one sentence, then another,
- building paragraphs, whole pages, chapters, books, until
- eventually something like an attention span returns and perhaps
- a steadier regard for cause and effect. War (and television)
- shatters. Reading, thought reconstruct. The mind in reading is
- active, not passive-depressive.
- </p>
- <p> There is no point in being too reverent about books. Mein
- Kampf was--is--a book. Still, some books have the virtue of
- being processed through an intelligence. Writers make universes.
- To enter that creation gives the reader some intellectual
- dignity and a higher sense of his possibilities. The dignity
- encourages relief and acceptance. The universe may be the
- splendid, twittish neverland of P.G. Wodehouse (escape maybe,
- but a steadying one) or Anthony Trollope's order, or Tolkien's.
- I know a married couple who got through a tragic time by reading
- Dickens to each other every night. Years ago, recovering from
- a heart operation, I read Shelby Foote's three-volume history
- of the American Civil War--a universe indeed, the fullest,
- most instructive tragedy of American history, all of the New
- World's Homer and Shakespeare enacted in four years. People find
- the books they need.
- </p>
- <p> I like writers who have struggled with a dark side and
- persevered: Samuel Johnson, for example; his distinction and his
- majestic sanity both achieved the hard way. He emerged very
- human and funny and with astonishing resources of kindness. I
- have been reading Henry James' letters in the middle of the
- night. If James' novels are sometimes tiresome, his letters,
- which he produced in amazing quantity, are endlessly intelligent
- and alive. To a friend named Grace Norton, who was much
- afflicted, he wrote, "Remember that every life is a special
- problem which is not yours but another's and content yourself
- with the terrible algebra of your own...We all live
- together, and those of us who love and know, live so most." He
- told her, "Even if we don't reach the sun, we shall at least
- have been up in a balloon."
- </p>
- <p> Odd that 19th century writers should write a prose that
- seems so stabilizing in the late 20th. Ralph Waldo Emerson is
- good to have beside the bed between 3 and 6 in the morning. So
- is the book of Job. Poetry: Wallace Stevens for his strange
- visual clarities, Robert Frost for his sly moral clarities, Walt
- Whitman for his spaciousness and energy. Some early Hemingway.
- I read the memoirs of Nadezhda Mandelstam (Hope Against Hope;
- Hope Abandoned), the widow of Osip Mandelstam, a Soviet poet
- destroyed by Stalin. I look at The Wind in the Willows out of
- admiration for Mr. Toad and for what he has to teach about folly
- and resilience.
- </p>
- <p> The contemplation of anything intelligent--it need not
- be writing--helps the mind through the black hours. Mozart,
- for example; music like bright ice water, or, say, the memory
- of the serene Palladian lines of Jefferson's Monticello. These
- things realign the mind and teach it not to be petty. All
- honest thought is a form of prayer. I read Samuel Johnson
- ("Despair is criminal") and go back to sleep.
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