died last night. Even if you weren't a big fan, if you only liked one book, you might feel the universe shift just a little bit. If you liked a lot of her 60 published books, I imagine your universe just shifted a lot.
I only liked one book, A Wrinkle In Time, but it had a major effect on me. In it I met my first profoundly gifted kid, Charles Wallace. And I met myself, Meg Murry. (Though I didn't have the braces, and I wanted them. Those were days when I was enraged with the world. I wanted to be able to bare teeth covered with barbed wire at those who vexed me.) I had never met myself in a book before. I never again felt quite so alone as I had felt before I read A Wrinkle in Time. Madeleine L'Engle knew I existed, and she liked me enough to put me in a book, at a time when nobody liked me.
L'Engle was ill a lot, these last ten years, so for her sake I'm glad she's put off this mortal shell. The way I see it, Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who, and Mrs. Which came for their old friend at last.
We've lost two bright lights this week. That hurts.
I only liked one book, A Wrinkle In Time, but it had a major effect on me. In it I met my first profoundly gifted kid, Charles Wallace. And I met myself, Meg Murry. (Though I didn't have the braces, and I wanted them. Those were days when I was enraged with the world. I wanted to be able to bare teeth covered with barbed wire at those who vexed me.) I had never met myself in a book before. I never again felt quite so alone as I had felt before I read A Wrinkle in Time. Madeleine L'Engle knew I existed, and she liked me enough to put me in a book, at a time when nobody liked me.
L'Engle was ill a lot, these last ten years, so for her sake I'm glad she's put off this mortal shell. The way I see it, Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who, and Mrs. Which came for their old friend at last.
We've lost two bright lights this week. That hurts.
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Damn.
She gives us permission to be fierce, and fierce is a quality not encouraged in girls.
I'll miss her.
Looking back on it, A Wrinkle in Time actually helps me understand how women might feel, being "othered" by the fiction they read, because while the story itself included enough compelling concepts to keep me reading, everything that came from Meg's point of view felt like a completely foreign language to me (bear in mind, I was in early grade school at the time), and when I realized that Calvin O'Keefe was meant to be "the boy" of the story, in the sense of being anything approaching the male counterpart of the female hero, I suppose my reaction was similar to that of women who realize that "the girl" of any given male-oriented story is somehow meant to represent them.
Good writer, interesting ideas, but trying to relate to her characters' emotions felt like trying to think in Russian. Then again, us boys could benefit from being forced to think in a foreign language every now and then.
This makes sense to me. She was better from the inside of feminine heads--some of us are.
And all of us improve on trying to think in new languages, of all kinds. Heinlein called it "acquiring a new cognitive map." The more we try, the more comprehensible those foreign idioms get. Next thing you know, we're finding the things we have in common, which is a good thing. Othering can slide out the window.
The world DOES shift, knowing this sad news. I am going to start rereading soon, I think. I think I need to.
But, still. To me, the universe shifted from the presence of her writing in the first place when she wrote. What I'm feeling now is a loss of that shift; a loss of a vital force of imagination and growth of the human spirit. It's drifting, now, that I'm feeling; wondering where the next push, the next light will come from.
We don't lose them. They stay with us all our lives--look at the other posts here, and think of what the people who are just discovering their books will say in another twenty, forty years.
And new good ones are coming up, not to take their places, but to expand the ranks.
Having watched people suffer while trapped in their own bodies for years, I can say that I'm glad she's no longer hurting.
What seemed Madeleine L'Engle's greatest strength, however, was her ability to inject a feeling of spirituality and faith into science and physics while putting them into the perspective of our everyday human lives. In a way, you could see that to her, the stars and the cosmos and the way the universe works ARE a type of religion. A faith far above the petty callings of the state-sanctioned religions we most frequently cross. If it hadn't been for authors like her, I probably wouldn't be as spiritual AND scientific as I am today. She helped show how one doesn't necessarily negate the other.
I'm sad she died, but she lived a very long, whole life, and left a huge part of herself behind to live forever. :)
While the barbed-wire idea is appealing, speaking as someone who's in the middle of six years of braces, you were probably lucky in that respect.
I am one of those people who has only read A Wrinkle in Time, and I only read it once, but it did indeed have quite an effect on me. I wanted to be Meg--what girl didn't? But more importantly, Ms. L'Engle gave me a new way of looking at the world and at fantasy fiction. I can trace the appeal of practically every sci-fi/fantasy book, movie, or comic that I love to the worldview Wrinkle presented.
So it goes.
Damn, the world blows sometimes.