Cynthia Ozick born April 17, 1928
If I had not read ‘The Shawl” in the BASS 1981, I don’t think that I would have had the connection to this story that the story enabled.
Having that story in my head through the time I read this really added some depth and body to the story.
I always seem to enjoy stories that have a character who is…touched in the head.
I think if written with skill, the effect is wonderful.
Ozick certainly knows how to pull it off.
I think that part of my fascination with this particular trait in a character is my own fear or thought that I may suffer this fate someday.
I already question little mannerisms that I have and wonder how others perceive me. Little gestures, statements, behaviors and quirks. I think looking at myself from the outside, parts of who I am are a bit – well – weird…if not a little odd already. I ask myself – “why did I make that weird noise?” or “why did I screw my face up like that?”.
I have told M about these thoughts I have and she assures me that these are just traits that make us who we are. They are part of our personality.
I suppose she is correct, but I can’t seem to shake that I’m already a bit off center.
My father (in his “normal” days- Pre Alz), had an odd personality. You don’t have to stretch your thoughts too far to draw a connection between the two of us.
I just wish I wouldn’t look back on a scene in my life and be so critical of my behavior in these particular scenes.
I’m too into my own head sometimes. If the normal biological processes of my brain chemicals altering my everyday behavior as I grow older don’t push me into the looney bin – then me fretting over those brain chemicals is going to push me there quicker.