I shall never love again”
—Buttercup, The Princess Bride
For this month’s column, I’d like to amend this quote to “I shall never read again.”
To clarify, I will. To be honest, I have. But I will never read fiction in the same way again, now permit me to recline on my fainting couch and moan. For I have finished Sigrid Undset’s Kristin Lavransdatter. And the next day, I started it again. All 1,168 pages (or on Audible, 45 hours).
In Reader, Come Home, Dr. Maryanne Wolf recalls taking a walk in the French Alps with Dr. Aurelio Maria Mottola, a publisher in Italy. They discussed what happens when a culture loses the touchstones books provide. Wolf writes, “What would happen if a culture’s shared repertoire of allusions—metaphors from the Bible, myths, and fables; remembered lines of poems; characters from stories—begins to shrink and gradually disappear?”
Kristin’s story has all of the above. It simultaneously describes a world I can only imagine and characters I’ve known all my life.
I first heard about this book — whose author won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1928 — a couple of years ago from a friend whose recs never fail me. But I remained skeptical. A book about one woman’s life in 14th-century Norway? Written approximately 100 years ago? How good could it be? But my friend was so moved by the book he had no words. He just groaned in appreciation.
As I grow older and consume more stories, in a variety of forms, it’s harder to surprise me. I anticipate plot twists and character revelations. This book kept surprising me. Which is remarkable because Kristin is an ordinary woman. She is also extraordinary.
Take this short passage from the final chapter:
No one had any other thought but to comply. But when they reached the road, one of the pale gray figures slipped away from the flock of women and headed for the path leading into the woods.”
That has to be Kristin, I thought as I read. Only she would slip away from the gray flock of conformity and head straight into the woods.
The priest calls after her, and “Kristin’s voice replied from the dark.” That’s where her voice always comes from — whether from the darkness of her circumstances, from her own inner darkness, or from a moment when she is rushing straight into darkness to make a difference (as she is in this scene).
There are three chapters I reread — three times each — before beginning my official reread. One is the scene I just mentioned, one is a deathbed scene in which a confession goes awry, and one is the equivalent of Huck Finn’s boast — “All right, then, I’ll go to hell” — but with more action. In that chapter Kristin’s errand brings her in contact with the dead, just like Odysseus.
Because the book is set in the Middle Ages, the worldview is more porous than our own, while being grounded in seasons and meals and births and deaths and journeys. Kristin and her community are Catholic, devotedly so, and yet tales of trolls and elf maidens and children who are changelings are never far away. Those beliefs live right beside devotion to the Virgin Mary and St. Olaf, patron saint of Norway. There is a moment when a group of rowdy, desperate men are planning to make a sacrifice to Hel, which, if you’ve read Norse Mythology or the Magnus Chase series, you know is the daughter of Loki. It’s all there, along with battle axes and swords and flower wreaths and medicines made from herbs gathered by a child in the moonlight for good luck.
But people are people, in every century. They think wicked thoughts while on the way to church. They do horrible things from pure motives. Children have no idea how their choices impact their parents, and parents have no idea what they are getting into with each child they welcome to their family. All of us — we repent. We don’t. We forgive. We don’t. We fall in love and do crazy things. We have no idea who it is who loves us.
I usually journal about books that move me, but not like the pages and pages of fearless moral inventory I scribbled while reading Kristin’s story. Anytime anyone brings up a problem, be it personal, political, or spiritual, I have to keep myself from responding, “Well, in Kristin Lavransdatter …”
This may not be the book for you, the one that causes you to swoon and vow, “I shall never read again.” But have you read that book? Was it one you resisted because you thought it would be too hard, too dull, too long, too inscrutable, too darn heavy?
My friends, I invite you to scrute. Pick the big book.
That Spotted Sow and Other Texas Hill Country Ballads, Carlos Ashley, illus. H.D. Bugbee
Nibble, Nibble: Poems for Children, Margaret Wise Brown, illus. Leonard Wisegard
A Light So Lovely: The Spiritual Legacy of Madeleine L’Engle, Sarah Arthur
All You Can Ever Know: A Memoir, Nicole Chung
Tea and Justice, Becca Stevens
Early Readers and Picture Books
Middle Grade and YA
Dear Mr. Henshaw, Beverly Cleary (Join us for Children’s Book Club, May 10!)
Kristin Lavransdatter, Sigrid Undset (second time, surely not the last)
1. What is the hardest or longest book you’ve read?
2. Have you encountered a book so good it made you vow to never read (or possibly, never write) again?
3. Did you make some time for deep reading this month? What stories stirred your soul?
4. Share your April pages. Sliced, started, and abandoned are all fair game.
Photo by Jonathan Combe, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Megan Willome.
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