The Story of a New Name

                                                                     

                                                                     

The Elena Ferrante quartet is making bigger and bigger impression on me. It is a compulsive reading. I read it at any free moment of my days and at times I even neglect things I should be doing instead of reading. I realized that my feelings about the book are ambivalent when my dentist seeing me appearing in his surgery with the book asked me what I am reading and how I like it.

My dentist is a great dentist and a very nice person. I heard many times that the dentists have the highest suicide rate. I do not know answers to questions: “in relations to whom?” or “what are the reasons for it?” I just assumed that it must be a boring, repetitive job, patients typically are afraid of them and it is difficult to build a rapport with people who can not speak during the visit. My dentist found the way around it. His routine, I have not seen changed for the last fifteen years, is to have a social ten minutes before he starts his professional job. He has wide interests and the good memory. I even look forward to the interaction at the beginning of the visit that is not particularly attractive even if my approach to dentists is perhaps atypically positive. The other day he asked the question which made me aware of my ambivalent feeling towards the book I am reading. My answer was “This is a quartet about life in Naples starting in the fifties and continuing for more than fifty years. Mainly about friendship. It reads very well, but I am not sure if it is a good book or just a trashy one.”

    

Naples is now on my bucket list

                                                                              

I am almost finished with the second book, The Story of a New Name, and I am just starting to think that it is a good book after all. Obviously not all really good books have to be heavy to read. It is a danger however that reading the book fast and with only short breaks I may miss points that are important. It is my job to stop from time to time and reflect a bit before new messages bombard me in following chapters. So, I have stopped reading this morning to reflect a bit on what I have read so far.

For me this is the book about a complicated friendship, needs for inspiration, about Naples and its Camorra, about growing out of one's neighbourhood, about bettering oneself, about the role of women in men’s life  and many other universal life dilemmas.

Since my knowledge about Camorra was almost not existent before I started to read the book, I had to look up the WikipediA and it said:

The Camorra is an Italian Mafia-type crime syndicate, or secret society, which arose in the region of Campania and its capital Naples. It is one of the oldest and largest criminal organizations in Italy, dating back to the 16th century. Unlike the pyramidal structure of the Sicilian Mafia, the Camorra's organizational structure is more horizontal than vertical. Consequently, individual Camorra clans act independently of each other, and are more prone to feuding among themselves.

I already found all of that confirmed in the book in a literary way. Even if mafia’s life is not the most important fascination for me, I was surprised to realize how natural it is for young men in Naples to get on the payroll of the organization and treat their involvement as a regular job. Sure the job requires sometimes sorting out problems of one’s bosses and do it with force and violence, but it does not have to be in conflict with commendable values that some members of Camorra may have.

Recruting and teaching 

                                        

Related to the role of Camorra of controlling business and money, there is one other aspect that made me think almost with some sort of envy, this is caring for people the organization or their members consider as belonging to their circle. They do not have to formally belong to the organization, but if they are in trouble, and this is almost always noticed, help comes from many sources. This resonates with me strongly as I have recognized some time ago that belonging is an important aspect of our lives. In comorric society one always belongs somewhere, want is or not. Some time ago I would consider that invasive. Private life should be just that – private. But reading the book I almost long for somebody watching over me with an intention to help when needed.  Some stories I am reading about are very appealing to me from this point of view. It seems that primitive societies offer their members more humanity than we receive in our sophisticated, well organized, highly developed ones.

Hmm, something to think about…

I got to my “800 words” (not coincidently, this is the name of a new Australian serial), so I stop here for today. My closing remark: if reading the book brought me to the subject of loneliness in modern societies, it must be a book of value after all.

My Brilliant Friend

                                        

I just finished the first part of Elena Ferrante Neapolitan quartet – My Brilliant Friend. I am dazzled and still a bit confused. This is now the time to sort out my thoughts and reflect on what the book really represents to me.  It moved me. At the same time I am aware of the fact that the books I have read lately moved me more than it was my experience in the past. And I always read. Maybe not that intensively in some years as now, but there was always a book in my briefcase and another one on my night table. There was a long time in my life I did not read novels or very few of them. This has suddenly changed. Maybe it happened under influence of a close friend, the husband of my best girlfriend and a teacher of literature? Whatever the reason, I really enjoy my new reading choices. After Karl Ove Knausgaard, Donna Tartt and A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara it is time for Elena Ferrante and her four books about Naples and lives of two friends Elena and Lila. All of the books made a big impression on me and enriched my life considerably. I also found answers to many of existential questions especially reading A Little Life. I intend to re-read the book soon.

I read with equal to the current intensity during my gap year, I spent this time in Warsaw. I just moved there from a small town, the town I never liked or felt at home, to the big smoke where I did not have any friends from the start. While preparing for my entry exams to join the faculty of math I was wondering from time to time if I should not rather study literature, psychology or philosophy. At the end I made a practical choice to study math and even if it was not my calling it allowed me to find good and interesting jobs during my long career and do it with ease.

Looks like now again I am looking for ways to live my life more meaningfully and to reach peaceful contentment.  Hence, books play a special role in my life right now. I am looking for pointers. Ralf Waldo Emerson said that “other men are lenses through which we read our own minds” I would say that some books can play such role as well and I am counting that I will find some answers and ideas by reading.

Ferrante’s story tells us that the environment in which we grow up determines who we later become and how we live our lives. Scary thought, so looking at my own roots, I immediately found arguments that this does not apply to me. But even if I have strong arguments to support my view, there are moments I am not all that certain if I am right. I grew up in a town that I never liked and I had not become close to anyone during my childhood to reminisce with my early years. When I moved to Warsaw I did not turn back to recall the past years. Sometimes I think that my life started in Warsaw. There is at least one friendship from my Warsaw times that formed parts of me and is still important. Somebody said that Ferrante tells us “no self can be left behind” and that we can not escape our past. Hmm… Here I lose my conviction that I was able to fully escape the inheritance of the shabby, industrial, narrow-minded town I grew up in.

                                   

I can not argue with the Ferrante view that women identities are shaped by their men. That  sometimes their selves may be distorted or even destroyed by men they love. It happens that men are also formed by women, but this is not that prevailing and it is rather their mothers that impress their stamps of soul ownership not so much their beloved. Such is our earlier conditioning and traditions.  

I am aware that I have been strongly influenced by important men in my life. I was even formed by them to some extent. I must say that a lot of this influence was a good one, but I may have lost my identity for a number of years.

As I am waiting for the next two Ferrante books to be delivered by Book Depository, I will be thinking more about what My Brilliant Friend told me about myself and life in general. Ralf Waldo Emerson said that “other men are lenses through which we read our own minds” I would say that some books can play such a role as well. This is how I consider the book I have just read.

Love Child Finale

My taste in films and literature is eclectic. Isn’t it a lovely word “eclectic” to use when succumbing to not very refine pleasures? It brings intellectual legitimacy even to watching Neighbours. Which I do.

So, yesterday I watched the last part of the Love Child. I am not sure if it is the last part for this year or the last part altogether. The reflections that came to my mind watching the last scenes are based on the assumption that this was the real final. Dr. Joan Millar walks away from the man who she loved and maybe even loves still, but he had betrayed her. Her values do not allow getting over the situation and keeping loving him unconditionally. She is even miraculously pregnant with him after she had given up on becoming a mother due to some health problems. So, she could be happy with him, his little son and with to be born child of their own. But, no! She has values and she intends to honour them. I write about it ironically, but in fact, I respect her values and I also have lived by rather strict rules based on high expectations of others and myself. While there are times I feel good about myself having high ethical standards, looking at Joan walking away from a loving man towards loneliness I wonder if she is really doing a clever thing. I also question some of my earlier choices and categorical statements I had made. I recall one situation which I have been pondering on from time to time. It was a spirited discussion with one of my friends. I was not aware of the rules in her marriage and her husband’s philandering habits. I am not sure how the subject of faithfulness came about, but I remember expressing my views categorically. I was saying that the moment I found out about the infidelity of my husband, I would be walking out of the marriage. I can imagine how offensive that may have sounded to a person who had to forgive many times and turn a blind eye to her husband’s affairs. Had I known about her personal situation, I would not have said things I did, but I still would have the same beliefs. After this day, I was never again invited back to the couple who lived their life according to different rules than mine. Have I lost a friendship? Yes. Am I proud of myself and my high ethical standards? Not really. It may not have been even an issue of high standards…

                                   

So now that I am confronted with the situation of Dr. Joan Millar, I feel sorry for her and I am not sure she made a right choice. Maybe everything will be fixed if the series continues the next year? And they will live happily ever after?   Who knows what is the right way, I do not anymore.