As I started reading this essay I had
no idea where it was headed. I was under the impression that this writer was
writing about her dull, somewhat lonely and sad life. The first thing I noticed
was the ways she described certain things, almost in a poetic way. This happens
immediately in the second line, “…as I row my boat through a dim, complicated
dream”. I think it is lines like this that makes this piece creative
non-fiction, opposed to non-fiction. The way the writer draws the reader in by
descriptive and stimulating words. She begins her story talking about her helpless,
dying dog. There is a part in the second paragraph where she is standing
outside in the middle of the night waiting for her dog to pee, and she is
describing the night sky in a way only somebody familiar with astronomy could
describe it. Looking back, she is foreshadowing a major part of the story.
Jo Ann
Beard has followed the “street-car” rule in a way, when it comes to this
non-fiction piece. The essay is very well organized. It starts with the dying
dog, the stars, and the night sky. It continues with other main points along
the way, but ends with the dying dog, stars and the night sky. It does a
perfect loop, yet by the end there is a totally different meaning and feeling.
As the
story progressed, I started to feel bored. She talked about the squirrels in
the spare bedroom, her “missing husband” who constantly and pathetically called
her, her dull job that she really had no passion for, and then her co-workers.
The squirrels and missing husband did have a bit of an interesting storyline,
added a bit of kookiness to her otherwise boring life. I liked how she
described bits and pieces of those stories because they had interconnectedness.
The squirrels were loud and noisy, uninvited, living in the spare bedroom where
all of her husband’s belongings were quietly out of the way. Little did I know
in the beginning that these miniscule parts of the story would end up having a
mighty emotional role in the end of the piece.
When Beard
speaks of her work, she speaks as if she didn’t belong. She was just there
because it was a job, but she didn’t have the passion that the others had for
physics. She just knew how to put together a journal. She speaks of her
co-workers; Some she doesn’t have a close relationship with, but works side by
side with them everyday, but seems to know them on a personal level none the
less. She has a passionately awful relationship with one person in particular,
Bob. They constantly butt-heads, argue, and slam doors. Bob is best friends
with the person Beard is closest with, “I spend more time with Chris than I
ever did with my husband”. She talks with Chris about everything, her dying
dog, her missing husband; and he shares his life with her, his depressed
mother, his crazy dog.
The way
Beard eventually explains her co-workers came as a bit of a surprise to me, but
was intriguing. She explained each of their personalities in a negative way,
through the eyes of a student that worked with them, Gang Lu. The first time
reading this piece, I found the way Beard explains Gang Lu’s emotions a bit odd.
How did she know what he was thinking? How did she know that “he’s sick of
physics and sick of the buffoons who practice it”? Then she starts describing
her co-workers through Gang Lu’s eyes, all in a negative connotation. (Little
did I know that there were letters that Gang Lu had written, letters I am
assuming Beard got the inspiration or information to make these assumptions of
Lu’s emotions towards his life and his co-workers).
Then the
turn of events happens. Beard says, “It’s November 1, 1991, the last day of the
first part of my life”. As I’m reading I try to figure out what the big event
is that is going to change this woman’s life so drastically. Then, she starts
to write of the shooting. It kind of comes out of nowhere, but if I would have
been paying attention to all the foreshadowing in the previous pages, I
probably could have caught on quicker. She explains it in timeline form,
describing where each person is sitting when they get shot, where they get
shot, the smoke that comes from the gun, the actions of the surrounding people,
the next steps Gang Lu, the shooter, takes. The description is fast, like the
gunshots. It took twelve minutes to shoot everyone on his list. That is a short
amount of time in real life, and only takes about a page in the book to
describe the incidents.
From then
on she describes her denial as she starts to hear the news. Describes her
numbness, how her mind goes blank, how she tries to convince herself that none
of this has happened. She tells herself that Chris is not amongst the dead. But
he is, and she is numb.
The first
thing she finds comfort in is her dying dog. It seemed like the reason she kept
him alive all this time was for this moment. She needed him, and he was there
for her just like she had been throughout his dying days. Next, her husband,
who hasn’t shown his face in who knows how long, shows up at the door. He hugs
her and tells her he is there for her. The part I found the most emotional was
towards the end when she describes standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting
to hear the scurrying of the squirrels that she had kicked out of her house
shortly before all this. She was waiting to hear them, and sadly she remembered
they were gone. “Silence. No matter how much you miss them. They never come
back once they’re gone”.
The essay ends with her lying
at night with her arm on her dying dog, propped up so that she can see the
night sky and planets through her window.
This essay
was composed in a perfect circle, or route I should say. It started with the
dog in the night and the stars in the sky. Went on to talk about her husband, the
squirrels, her work and co-workers. Co-workers went to shooting of the
co-workers, then back to the husband, the squirrels, the dying dog, and the
night sky.
If I take anything from this
essay, it will be Beards amazing yet sly way of foreshadowing. The second time reading
the essay, I caught on to the foreshadowing and how it left a sense of
eeriness. I also liked how she described people through others eyes, whether it
be through Gang Lu’s, Chris’, or her friend Caroline’s. Out of everything, I
like how the story ended up interconnecting and making its way back to where it
originally started. She tied this essay back up perfectly, in a way that the
reader felt a connection with her because she had walked you through it all
before.