Showing posts with label Amy Tan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amy Tan. Show all posts

Friday, June 4, 2010

Rice in a Jar


"Is love rice in a jar, no need to give back an egg?"

I really liked The Joy Luck Club; then I liked The Kitchen God's Wife even more; and The Hundred Secret Senses even more than that. Good Better Best. (The Bonesetter's Daughter, not so much; but that's okay.) In all these novels, Amy Tan has created so many moments of pure magic, you might find it difficult to choose a favorite, but for me it's easy: Chapter 12 in The Hundred Secret Senses: "The Best Time To Eat Duck Eggs."

In this chapter, Kwan tells Libby about the thousand-year duck eggs, buried years before in her previous life as Miss Moo, when she shared an understated romance with the peddler, Zeng who provided her with empty canning jars for storing the lime-cured eggs. Each week they exchange these tokens: a jar for Miss Moo and an egg for Zeng, until times get hard and food of any kind, including eggs, has become scarce. Even though Miss Moo no longer has any pickled eggs to share, kindly Zeng proffers the jar, this time not empty but filled with rice to see her through the lean stretch. She is overwhelmed by his generosity: "So heavy with feelings! Was this love? Is love rice in a jar, no need to give back an egg?" (181).


To answer Kwan's question: Yes! That's love, pure and simple, no strings attached, no angle, no need to give back an egg. Love in the open hand, wishing to help, wishing not to hurt.

For more on this theme see
my current post "Love In The Open Hand"
on THE FORTNIGHTLY KITTI CARRIKER
my fortnightly literary blog
of connection and coincidence
www.kitticarriker.blogspot.com

Monday, February 15, 2010

Joy Luck

To celebrate the Year of the Tiger, here a few of my favorite fortune cookie fortunes that I have saved over the years:

"Answer just what your heart prompts you."
[Not diffidence. Confidence.]

"Stop searching forever, happiness is just next to you."
[Not in Oz. In Kansas.]

"Launch a regiment for a new healthier you!"
[Not a regimen. A regiment.]

Break open your fortune cookie or your Christmas Cracker and more often than not you will find some ridiculous little proverb whose so-called meaning evaporates even as your read it aloud. Luckily, though, every once in awhile, Fate makes an exception and offers an idea you can run with, one that will speak to your heart and bring you Good Fortune.Joy Luck: "It's not that we had no heart or eyes for pain. We were all afraid. We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. . . . What was worse . . . to sit and wait . . . Or to choose our own happiness? . . . So we decided to hold parties and pretend each week had become the new year. . . . And each week we could hope to be lucky. That hope was our only joy. And that's how we came to call our little parties Joy Luck."
(from The Joy Luck Club, by Amy Tan, 24 -25)

Happy New Year of the Tiger! Joy! Luck! Good Fortune!

For Further Fortune Cookie Analysis, see
"Year of the Tiger"
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Thursday, October 22, 2009

A Million Things

Off to School

A friend of mine was once asked by a co-worker, "What have you ever wanted that you never got?

She couldn't think what to answer right then but later said to me, "Now I wish I could go back in time and say, 'A million things!'"

"A Million Things." Sound just like a chapter heading from an Amy Tan novel, doesn't it? Also reminds me of my favorite song from Mamma Mia! -- which we saw last night at Elliot Hall of Music -- "Slipping Through My Fingers," one of the most heart-breakingly lovely mother - daughter songs ever (and just as true and bittersweet for Moms of Sons).

You've gotta love it, if it doesn't make you feel too sad. You will definitely need a hanky! It chokes me up every time and fills me with nostalgia for . . . I don't know what . . . a million things, I guess:

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that old melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny . . .

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time


P.S. Also, very quotidian:
"I try to capture every minute / The feeling in it"

Schoolbag in Hand
Dad, Ben, Sam, Grandpa