Since I need to be fully functioning at every hour of the
day to accomplish all that reading, writing , learning and work that has to be attended to, I reckon it is such a
waste of time and energy to get wound up over things. How debilitating it will be if
I allow such feelings of disenchantment to affect my being. I therefore resolve to live in the present and endeavour to be mindful of my thoughts.
In order to keep
ourselves happy, we have to free ourselves from thinking unhappy thoughts. We
have to free ourselves from the damage caused by the incidents that happened in
the past, sometimes there are childhood traumas that need to be revisited to
understand our fears, our worries and our dilemmas. Like Rosemary Cooke in the
fiction We Are All
Completely Beside Ourselves written by Karen
Joy Fowler, we cannot go forward without going back to the times
when certain happenings or memory of these incidents had caused a mark in our
lives.
In the fiction written by Fowler , Fern had arrived
when Rosemary was just over one
month old and Fern was just shy of three months. Rosemary felt her loss in a
powerful way when Fern was sent away. This is how Rosemary’s mother described
her and Fern:
‘MOM SAID:
When Fern woke up, she woke up. Spun like a pinwheel. Burst
like a sunburst. Swung through our house like a miniature Colossus. You
remember how Dad used to call her our Mighty Whirlitzer? All the noise and
color and excitement of Mardi Gras, and right in our very own home.
When you got just a little
older, you and she were quite the team. She’d open the cupboards and you’d pull
out every pot, every pan. She could work the childproof locks in a heartbeat,
but she didn’t have your stick-to-itiveness. Remember how obsessed she was with
shoelaces? We were tripping over our feet because Fern had untied our shoelaces
without us noticing.
She’d climb up in the closets and pull the
coats from the hangers, drop them down to you below. Fetch coins from my purse
for you to suck on. Open the drawers and hand you the pins and the needles ,
the scissors and the knives.’
As the daughter
of a psychology professor at Indiana University, Rosemary was raised with a
chimpanzee as part of a scientific experiment. When Fern was sent away, both
Rosemary and her brother Lowell were shattered. Lowell blamed Rosemary for
Fern’s departure and he became an animal activist to the point of no return.
Rosemary asked her mother if she was worried about her and what the impact
might be to adopt a chimpanzee and introduced her as her twin sister. Her mother replied,
“ Of course I did,” she said.” I
worried about that all the time. But you
adored Fern. You were a happy, happy child.”
“ Was I ? I don’t remember.”
“Absolutely. I worried about
what being Fern’s sister would do
to you, but I wanted it for you, too.”
The candlelight was casting shadow puppets in the kitchen. The wine was
red. Mom took another sip and turned her softly sagging face away from mine. “I
wanted you to have an extraordinary life,” she said.
Is the reason
given by Rosemary’s mother good enough to exonerate her parents from all that
damage caused by her early years growing up with a chimpanzee whose exile had
subsequently caused her to carry the weight of her guilt till her adult years ?
It was an interesting story about how
parents might have damaged their children even if they have the best of
intentions.
When Rosemary
went to college, as part of her
brand new start, she made a careful decision never ever tell anyone about her
sister, Fern. She shared a room with Scully who was gregarious and outgoing. So
they had all these people who came to their room and they carried on about "the Whac-A-Mole dynamics of the homes they'd just left. Their parents were so weird!!"
‘I’d come back from class or
dinner, or I ‘d wake up in the middle of the night, and there’d be a half-dozen
freshmen, sitting with their backs against the walls, carrying on about the
Whac-A-Mole dynamics of the homes they’d just left. Their parents were so
weird! Like Scully, they’d just figured that out. Every single one of them had
weird parents.
One of them had a mother who’d once grounded her a whole summer because she’d gotten a B-plus in biology. Her mother had grown up in some part of Delhi where they didn’t abide B-pluses.
One of them had a father who
made the whole family stand at the refrigerator and down a glass of orange
juice before going out for breakfast, because restaurant orange juice was too
expensive to order, but you could hardly call it breakfast without.’
So it appeared to Rosemary that every single one of Scully's friends had weird parents.
I was first
drawn to the title of the book We
Are All Completely Beside Ourselves so when my
daughter’s package that she had shipped home finally
arrived, I was glad to get my hand on her copy of the novel. The fiction is
smartly told about sibling love and rivalry and what constitutes a family. This is the first book by Karen Joy Fowler that
I have ever read and I will be seeking out her earlier fictions when I next hit
the bookstore.
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