So, after finishing The Soul of All Living Creatures, I had a few week hiatus from reading because life got busy (when isn't it?) and I wasn't quite sure what to read next. I didn't have anything in the queue. When packing for our holiday trip to Southern California, I asked the husband if he had any suggestions on what I should read next... He suggested the next Jack Reacher novel. So as we were rushing to get out the door and to the airport, I hopped onto my handy dandy book blog (this one!) to see which Reacher I read last so we could look at the list and grab the next one in the series - which just happened to be Gone Tomorrow, by Lee Child. I started this one on December 20 and finished it on December 25. A good, quick read.
A typical Jack Reacher novel, Gone Tomorrow, tells the story of Jack Reacher, ever the nomad, having trouble find him when he is trying to mind his own business and keep to himself, and him being unable to walk away and let things be. Lee Child's Jack Reacher tales are pretty formulaic - but they (so far) are always entertaining.
In this iteration of the Reacher novel, Jack Reacher finds himself on the subway in New York City at 2am looking at what he thinks is a female suicide bomber. Ever the hero, Reacher intervenes and approaches the lady and the situation deteriorates from there. But, in each Reacher novel, the situation is never exactly what it seems, and Childs weaves an intriguing web of layer upon layer of shit hitting the fan that Reacher wades and sifts through in an attempt to help the down and out, the trodden upon, the little guy or girl.
One unique thing about this book, Reacher doesn't get the girl in the first half of the book... He gets her all the way on page 452 (out of 543) and it isn't the girl that you expect it to be.
She said, "What do you want to do right now?"
[Reacher said,] "Honest answer?"
"Please."
"I want to unbutton your shirt."
"Danger makes you horny?"
"Women make me horny."
"All women?"
"No," I said. "Not all women."
She was quiet for a long moment and then she said, "Not a good idea."
I said, "Ok."
"You're taking no for an answer?"
"Aren't I supposed to?"
She was quiet for another long moment and then she said, "I've changed my mind."
"About what?"
"About it not being a good idea."
"Excellent."
This book has to do with some things that I'm not entirely sure I should write about in this blog out of a slight fear that it could raise the eyes of some organizations that I'd rather not raise the eyes of. I will say this - it was a great story, and when the shit hit the fan, as it inevitably does in every Reacher book - it REALLY hit the fan. I found it difficult to put the book down toward the end because I really wanted to see how it ended. Usually books help me fall asleep. Reacher books generally (when the shit is hitting the fan) help me avoid sleep - I get all worked up and need to read as fast as I can to find out what happens. This one was no different.
If you need a little mind candy and a good, quick read, pick up the Reacher books - but read them in order, they will make more sense that way.
So, After finishing Paris: The Novel by Edward Rutherfurd on October 26th, I picked up The Soul of All Living Creatures: What Animals Can Teach Us About Being Human, by Vint Virga, D.V.M. I heard about this book when I was listening to NPR one evening on my way home from work. The author, Vint Virga was being interviewed about cat PDA and his book. I'm pretty addicted to animals, so this interview piqued my interest more than some other interviews I hear on NPR. I mentioned it to the husband, and he added it to our next Amazon order. Poof - a few days later, I had it in hand!
I started reading it on November 6th, and finished it in early December (of course, I forgot to write the date down...) It was a little slow going getting into the book, but once I did, it was so interesting and gave me so much food for thought. I've only really had one pet in my life - a cat named Kitty Witty - she was the best and I loved her. I still get misty eyed remembering the last days of her life - she lived almost 21 years. The last years, I didn't have her with me - she stayed living with my parents after I moved from Southern California to San Francisco to go to college. But I loved the time I had with her when I was home for visits. I had fish and mice and hamsters and rats as pets too, but none had as much impact on my life as Kitty Witty did.
Reading this book, however, made me think more about animals and how if humans could live their lives more like animals live theirs, the world might be a much better place, and our relationships with others might be really different too.
Virga opens the book with a tale about a dog named Pongo that was hit by a car. Pongo wasn't physically injured - xrays and other tests showed nothing physically wrong with him, but he was going downhill fast. Vigra couldn't figure out what was wrong with Pongo or how to help him get better. Vigra attended to a host of other injured animals in the clinic that evening and at close to 3am, he sat, exhausted, next to Pongo to update the charts of the other animals. As Vigra sat there charting and resting his free hand on Pongo's chest, Vigra soon felt a vague shift in Pongo. Soon, the changes were real - Vigra felt the pulse strengthen, heart rate slow, and Pongo's focus shifted "from some distant planet to there by my side. With the weakest of wags at the tip of his tail, he licked my hand as I spoke his name. In medical terms, he became more responsive. But, simply put in other words, Pongo grew preset in body and spirit." Was it medicine that healed Pongo - maybe but also maybe not. Was it possibly companionship, touch, and bonding with Vigra?
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| Bixby, Christmas 2011 |
This passage really touched me. I, too, have always loved animals - they have a special place in my life. I love seeing them, love petting them, love just being with them. Animals are pretty special. I could spend hours just laying next to my sister's dog, Bixby, petting his soft little ears, and feeling him breathe.
"Since my earliest memories (I was maybe four or five years old), I've felt drawn to animals by some unexplained force. At holiday gatherings, my parents' dinner parties, or days around town - especially in crowds - I could be found somewhere out of the way, comfortably sitting alone on the ground with a cat in my lap or a dog close at hand. Sometimes I'd talk to them, other times not. I was simply content to be with them in silence and escape all the pressure of being with people - words freely spoken with so much unsaid, unspoken meanings, hidden agendas. With animals, I felt at home. Their messages were clear and true. What mattered in those moments was nothing more than our relationship."
Vigra tells his story in vignettes about animals he has treated - from house cats in Lake Tahoe to leopards in zoos - how he has tried (sometimes successfully and sometimes not) to help the animal (and their human companions) through whatever ails them. From depression, to crazy fits, he seems to always want to listen to the animal and hear what they are saying in order to try and ease their strain.
He wonders, for instance, why his dog, Katie, is so drawn to sniff every single lamppost on their walks.
"I envision a dog's world with clouds of aromas - some muted pastels, some lusciously brilliant, painted on tree trunks, seeping from crevices, and wafting aimlessly in the breeze. Enthralling. Alluring. Beguiling. Seductive. If for just one day we could smell as a dog does, in what ways would that day differ from others? And how might we be changed afterward? Could we go on with our lives as before, ignoring all that our senses miss? Or would we then dare to look at the world from a fresh perspective? ...How would it feel to surge through the waves and leap through the air with the ease of a dolphin? What would it be like to lope through the savannah, grasses billowing in your wake, in a coalition of cheetahs, moving toward a nearby grazing heard of impala? Or to swiftly glide through the cold autumn air as silently as a great horned owl, having spotted through the blackness of night the stripe of a skunk on the forest floor below you? How, then, is it possible to step into the shoes of an animal? Simply put, as humans, we can't... In the hurried pace of our daily routines, we all too often neglect to notice what our senses reveal to us. At the end of the day as we drive down the freeway, in our haste to make it home, we ignore the ochre hues of sunset fading before us between the clouds. With windows closed to the snarl of traffic and radios tuned to the evening news, we miss a flock of geese as they pass overhead...our thoughts often drag us right out of the moment...distracted by responsibilities and focused on our hopes and dreams, we neglect what is right within our reach. And in so doing, we miss the moment and all the rich experiences it offers us."
He talks about how animals' minds generate images, emotions, memories, and thoughts - just like we do. They take in their surroundings and circumstances, and make decisions on their actions accordingly. Sometimes they get it right, sometimes not. They use methods other than language to convey how they are feeling and what they are thinking. Where humans use language, there are so many nonverbal cues that we fail to pick up on or use. By considering animals and how they communicate, we could learn a thing or two. "...we must be willing to notice, take stock, and be accountable for all the messages we relate, spoken and unspoken. Our ability to express ourselves - to be seen, heard, and understood; to connect with others, as we long to do - depends upon us fully claiming all the ways we communicate. As we accept how we convey our thoughts and feelings beyond words we use - through the tone, pitch, and pace of our voice as we speak; our postures, gestures, and facial expressions; the ways we look into another's eyes (or don't) - we more fully relate to those in our lives. And as we communicate with clear intention, while being mindful and sensitive, we more fully embrace our human nature."
Often, as I am reading books, I dogear (ironic?) certain pages with passages that touch me in some way. In this book, there are so many dogeared pages, I can't include them all here - this post would be far too long, and there would probably not be too much more book for you to read.
This book, to me, was more of a book about how to be a better human, than it is about actual animals. Sure, the book is about animals, but it is so much more than that. How can we be better humans by considering the animals around us. "The world is always changing...Our circumstances are never static...We're never precisely on the right course...Adapting is an ongoing process...As I watch animals, I see they get this. It's not that they don't have objectives, but they adjust them more willingly than we do...Animals accept adapting as a process, adjusting their plans according to each situation...The creatures around us can serve to remind us that we hold the wisdom already within for how we can change our lives and open ourselves to new ways of being, if only we are willing to clip a whisker from the tiger." (Clipping a whisker from a tiger is part of a Korean folktale that Vigra writes about in his book - I found a retelling of it courtesy of Google - it's a touching story.)
In writing about forgiveness, Vigra says "While animals, undoubtedly, harbor memories of pleasure, suffering, and remorse, they move past them with greater poise than humans often do. It's not that they are indifferent to insult or injury, but they more willingly return to their relationships and their lives, giving as before. For them, the continuity of their lives takes precedence. Overlooking conflict, abuse, punishment, and suffering, they offer forbearance, patience, and a readiness to forgive. Looking past missteps and blunders, they remain devoted to the enduring qualities of each relationship - companionship, sharing, and affection."
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| with Kitty Witty in 1986 |
Animals are wondrous creatures, as are humans. I think we each enhance the others' lives, and we can learn a lot from each other - not through words - but rather, through unspoken connections. I remember distinctly the day I moved to San Francisco in January 1994. It was a week after the Northridge earthquake. I think my cat tried to warn me about it - but I didn't listen. About 30 minutes before it happened, I remember her waking up from her little corner of my bed, meowing a lot, waking me up and annoying me. I nudged her off my bed with my foot, and she ran away to find another part of the house to occupy. Then 30 minutes later - BAM! the earthquake hit. She was nowhere to be found for quite some time after the earthquake. I'm sure it was as traumatic for her as it was for me. I was so scared to leave home, leave my cat, and move to a city that was home to the original "big one." As I finished packing my things, and getting ready to go, I remember clinging to my cat. She sat there with me patiently and let me hold her, crying on her side, tears wetting her fur. She let me get it all out and licked my cheek - telling me it was ok to go - that I would be ok. We had a bond.
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| with Kitty Witty in 1998 |
Vigra's book is sweet and lovely, and rather insightful. Read it - it might teach you a thing or two about animals, and volumes about yourself.
