Leo Gursky utters the phrase “And yet”
more than fifty times throughout the History
of Love. During her evening reading, Nicole Krauss said that this
deceivingly simplistic statement “represented him in a way no other words
could.” However, the phrase also seems to profoundly resonate with the author
herself. Her revelations about
life and its value or meaning, are not novel ideas and yet Krauss conveys her
thoughts in a manner that revitalizes their nature entirely.
Nicole said that “writing is a venue in
which we may say and touch things we otherwise could not.” She stressed the
importance of rhythm and sound and silence- noting that the phrasing of words
is just as important as their content. These lessons about sentence structure
and character development are fundamental but not ground-breaking. However, the
passion enveloped in her words and the way in which poetic reflections poured
from her mouth without hesitance, was a testament to the author’s sincerity.
In his Washington Post review “Parallel Lives,” Ron Charles also examines
the “and yet” that clings to Krauss and her work. He describes The History of Love with its “characters
named for other characters, cases of plagiarism and mistaken identity, and
several crucial coincidences and chance meetings that are all maddeningly
scrambled in an elliptical novel that shouldn't work but does.” Charles calls Krauss’ book a spider web,
a description the author would probably sanction because she “believes metaphor
is the basic unit of literature and of language.” Her book begins in the cobwebs of Leo’s life but ends as an
elegant mesh of what Charles calls “beautiful confusion.” “The fractured stories of The History of Love” the reviewer says, “ fall together like a
desperate embrace.”
Nicole seems to approach her writing
the way she approaches life- without a master plan. She says she must “start
before she knows where she will arrive.” Although she likens writing to “being
skinned alive,” she also proclaims that it is the road she travels to find
empathy. When she spoke to the Jewish Lit class, she declared that writing
“comes from some necessity.” It also “is from the gut.” It would seem that this idea is
contrary to The History of Love with
its interweaving plotlines and subtle allusions. It would seem the characters
in Krauss’ book are painted so intricately they could not possibly be
instinctual. However the author explained this incongruity when she clarified
that nothing in the book was included based on “pure whimsy.” That would “go
against every grain of her instinct.” Rather, writing is “honed instinct.”
Nicole’s talk harkened back to Aryeh Lev Stollman’s visit in many ways.
The two seemed to be especially analogous in their quest to resist labels. Krauss
refuses to surrender to categorization. If she thinks too much about others’
perception of her work, than “writing ceases to be a freeing experience.” Stollman
was also wary of assumptions. The term “Jewish American writer” seemed almost
distressing to both authors. Aryeh had been quick to mention the ways that
literature transcends culture, a concept that Nicole preached as well.
To me, categorizing doesn’t seem as
dangerous as these two writers claim. Why must a label be restricting? Why
can’t an author collect labels as they produce work. Can’t a writer be labeled
a Jewish American author only to be branded something else later on? The idea
of being classified connotes restrictive properties but doesn’t it also
celebrate a genre or type of work one has already mastered? Nicole acknowledged
this idea briefly when she mentioned that labels could also be seen as “markers
of the things she has done throughout her life.” In her text she writes that calling
Mr. Mortiz “a Jewish writer…or, worse an experimental writer, is to miss
entirely the point of his humanity, which resisted all categorization.” And
yet. Couldn’t Mr. Mortiz’s body of work, along with the work of Stollman or
Krauss, actually be an expansive anthology of labels that are gratifying rather
than restricting? Perhaps, the key
is to embrace the categorizations bestowed upon you.
Part of Nicole’s success, in my opinion,
stems from her ability to form connections. Not just the compassionate
relationships she forms with her characters, but also with every individual who
cracks the spine of The History of Love.
This relationship, as Krauss described it, is “more profound than one might
ever experience in life.” The book invites the reader, not only to delve into
the author’s mind, but also to explore and possibly re-interpret the events
relayed. Krauss said that, despite the word’s origin, the author is not the
final authority. Rather, the reader is one who “finds things in the text that
are far richer than even the writer may have intended.”
It took not even two sentences of
Nicole’s excerpt from Great House for
the audience to realize that poignancy that saturates The History of Love exists in all Krauss’ prose. In a father’s
tender, expressive monologue to his youngest son, he says that he “seemed just the tiniest bit closer
than the rest of us to the essence of things.” This is the effect Nicole Krauss
has on her readers. Throughout The
History of Love she provides us with a greater understanding of nature, the
human condition, and the soul. She is closer to “life’s essence” than the
characters she creates.