Random Selections From My Building's Library: Kinds of Love by May Sarton

I have no idea what kind of psychopaths live in my building but there are some weird books in our laundry room's library..LOTS of books about Christ's word, books about buff dragon slaying hunks, about a million tattered James Patterson paperbacks.

Kinds of Love by May Sarton (circa 1970) is priceless too, but in a sweet, winsome way. The back cover copy immediately caught my attention due to its complete lack of slickness, its charming fumblings, its earnestness. These things date it almost as much as its hideous cover. Here is said copy, with my comments:
Mary Sarton's Willard is a small town lost in the rocky hills of New Hampshire [Willard just makes me think of that brrrr awful movie about rats]. She has chosen to examine the kind of gusto and resilience that, from the start, have been required to "stay alive" [why the quotations? Are they zombies?] in such a town. Willard's being [the town has a being?] is a wide diversity of people able to be themselves because of the quality of life they have found in a place where the natural world is never absent from any hour or day [not like that other nature that is apt to pop out now and then for smokes or a bite to eat], where wild animals, wild flowers and birds, as well as brooks [don't forget those brooks], ragged woods [ragged], dirt roads, and a mountain [what about the stones, assorted garbage, faeries and gnomes], are all woven into the ethos [oooohh Latin!] it represents.
Willard attracts "the untameable, the wild, the gentle" [sounds like South Mountain in Nova Scotia where there was that hillbilly family charged with incest]. As the reader is taken into its secret history, he comes to know a rich variety of human beings [nice plot twist!]. The two shining threads are the deep but prickly friendship between Christina, an old Bostonian, and Ellen, the daughter of a farmer; and the process by which Christina and her husband "come into their own" [again with he quotes!] in their marriage when both are past seventy and have become winter people at last [this must be the cheapest 'in the winter of their lives' allusion ever].
I did a little research into this May Sarton and she is described thusly: "Essayist, novelist, journal writer, feminist, lesbian, and poet, May Sarton, was born in Wondelgem, Belgium, on May 3, 1912." Sort of jarring, isn't it? I couldn't really get much else out of the bio because the number of CAPS for EVERY book TITLE of WHICH there are MANY really MESSED with my READING COMPREHENSION. It appears, though, that our lesbian May here is possibly read in some universities but otherwise has faded into distant book history, with only an Amazon record and websites with terrible colour schemes left to trumpet her name. RIP, Kinds of Love.

3 comments:

karen said...

i love the random things in the laundry room library. i came across a time-travelling vampires book once, featuring virginia woolf. it was amazing.

my favourite, however, i gave to barbara - waterworld, the novel.

i know. i mean. there are lots of bad movies based on books. but who writes a book based on a bad movie? (even though i have a secret soft spot for just *how bad* it is)

that guy
. (you can get a used copy for a penny!)

B.Kienapple said...

Waterworld the novel! Nice! I watched the movie a million years ago. I can believe bad movies made from good books (Dune!) but how could a good book be made from a bad movie?

karen said...

well, i didn't read it, but i'm not positive a good book was made from a bad movie, really.

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