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138 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 3, 2015
come to my blog!—Did you ask the man to deliver that wing? asked Stan.
He sat on the floor and stared up at Loring, who sat in the chair. They were in the middle of talking about pawn formations.
—Of course, she said. I thought it would be good for you, once in your life, to open a package and find something that you could never predict. It will change how you open packages from now on. The delivery of the package: that was today's lesson.
They had both been famous masters, he and she, and both had played in major tournaments in their time. He had been a champion for a period of years. They were not forgotten, not even then, so long after, and would occasionally be visited by old friends, or young people, curious about their accomplishments.One day Ezra complains about a slight cough and within a few weeks he dies, peacefully, in bed with his wife. She feels his loss, bitterly, but life goes on and her and her husband were the kind of people who got on with things:
Many worried that Loring would not be able to get along after Ezra’s death, but those fears proved groundless. Neighbours saw her each morning on the walks she had once taken by his side, and they saw at her evening, returning from the market. The signboard was still posted by the house, and she continued to take students, and to teach them well.The only changes to her routine are daily visits to the local cemetery to visit her husband’s grave to, as she puts it, renew the freshness of her loss and, when she wants to talk to Ezra at other times she end up writing him letters…
…reams and reams of letters, buried in a box. She wrote him a hundred letters, two hundred letters, a letter a day, and buried them in the ground by his grave.And this is how life muddles on until, after some five years, a mother knocks on her door with her five-year-old son, Stan, who, she says, is a prodigy: “He’s beaten them all,” she says, “his father, his uncle, a man in the town square.” Before saying yes or no Loring invites them in to see if what the mother says is true:
The first game the boy lost quickly. It was over as soon as it had begun. But the second—in the second, a very odd thing happened. He played an actual opening, and played it properly—and the opening was that that had been conceived by Loring’s husband, the Wesley-Fetz Counter Gambit. It was not much used. Ezra had used it, but few others.As he looks up from the board for a few seconds Loring is sure she sees her husband looking back at her and so she agrees to take on the boy. Later she writes to Ezra:
I remain confused about what it would mean if the boy IS you. Would then the things about him that are unfamiliar to me be things that were true about you, but that changed over time, so that when you met me they had all vanished? In that sense, would I now be discovering the last of you—to find a whole that had always been lost to me?Once a week the boy arrives but as time passes Loring finds herself spending more and more time trying to prove her hypothesis. With mostly mixed results. Until the sixth visit.
There was something wrong with it, but they couldn’t say what. They would occasionally put things in there because they felt something would happen. The things that happened were never anything that one could really know about.There’s a lot of stuff like that in the book, ideas presented but just left dangling. It’s all a little odd. In fact the whole book feels like it exists with one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the real world. And I suppose that makes sense because after a great loss I’m sure for many the world they find themselves in no longer feels like the one they inhabited only a few short days before. It’s like Loring notes after her husband’s funeral:
[…]
[I]t was almost like the room was in this house and in another house, and that was why it didn’t really work to put anything in it, unless you felt like the things in it would also be elsewhere.
[I]t seemed that suddenly everyone was gone away. It was a week later. It was month later. She found herself again and again there by the grave, and it was as though the funeral had just ended, and yet no one was there.A strange and disquieting little book. The ending may disappoint but I’m not sure how any book about this kind of loss can end in a good and satisfying way. The book left me with an ache and I think that was intentional.