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Rabbit at Rest: A Novel
In John Updike's fourth and final novel about ex-basketball player Harry "Rabbit" Angstrom, the hero has acquired heart trouble, a Florida condo, and a second grandchild. His son, Nelson, is behaving erratically; his daughter-in-law, Pru, is sending out mixed signals; and his wife, Janice, decides in mid-life to become a working girl. As, though the winter, spring, and summer of 1989, Reagan's debt-ridden, AIDS-plagued America yields to that of George Bush, Rabbit explores the bleak terrain of late middle age, looking for reasons to live.83% (11)
It's 1989, and Harry "Rabbit" Angstrom feels anything but restful. In fact he's frozen, incapacitated by his fear of death--and in the final year of the Reagan era, he's right to be afraid. His 55-year-old body, swollen with beer and munchies and racked with chest pains, wears its bulk "like a set of blankets the decades have brought one by one." He suspects that his son Nelson, who's recently taken over the family car dealership, is embezzling money to support a cocaine habit.
Indeed, from Rabbit's vantage point--which alternates between a winter condo in Florida and the ancestral digs in Pennsylvania, not to mention a detour to an intensive care unit--decay is overtaking the entire world. The budget deficit is destroying America, his accountant is dying of AIDS, and a terrorist bomb has just destroyed Pan Am Flight 103 above Lockerbie, Scotland. This last incident, with its rapid transit from life to death, hits Rabbit particularly hard:
Imagine sitting there in your seat being lulled by the hum of the big Rolls-Royce engines and the stewardesses bring the clinking drinks caddy... and then with a roar and giant ripping noise and scattered screams this whole cozy world dropping away and nothing under you but black space and your chest squeezed by the terrible unbreathable cold, that cold you can scarcely believe is there but that you sometimes actually feel still packed into the suitcases, stored in the unpressurized hold, when you unpack your clothes, the dirty underwear and beach towels with the merciless chill of death from outer space still in them.
Marching through the decades, John Updike's first three Rabbit novels--Rabbit, Run (1960), Rabbit Redux (1971), and Rabbit Is Rich (1981)--dissect middle-class America in all its dysfunctional glory. Rabbit at Rest (1990), the final installment and winner of the Pulitzer Prize, continues this brilliant dissection. Yet it also develops Rabbit's character more fully as he grapples with an uncertain future and the consequences of his past. At one point, for example, he's taken his granddaughter Judy for a sailing expedition when his first heart attack strikes. Rabbit gamely navigates the tiny craft to shore--and then, lying on the beach, feels a paradoxical relief at having both saved his beloved Judy and meeting his own death. (He doesn't, not yet.) Meanwhile, this all-American dad feels responsible for his son's full-blown drug addiction but incapable of helping him. (Ironically, it's Rabbit's wife Janice, the "poor dumb mutt," who marches Nelson into rehab.)
His misplaced sense of responsibility--plus his crude sexual urges and racial slurs--can make Rabbit seems less than lovable. Still, there's something utterly heroic about his character. When the end comes, after all, it's the Angstrom family that refuses to accept the reality of Rabbit's mortality. Only Updike's irreplaceable mouthpiece rises to the occasion, delivering a stoical, one-word valediction: "Enough." --Rob McDonald
Anorexia: an eating disorder in which a person has an aversion to food that results in starvation and an inability to stay at the minimum body weight considered healthy for their age and height. Persons with this disorder may have an intense fear of weight gain, even when they are underweight. Not eating enough food or exercising too much results in severe weight loss. I have finally almost fully beaten my battle with anorexia...Someone said something to me the other day when I said in a photo that I looked "fat". I didn't really mean that I was literally fat, it was just one of those days & a bad photo. They flipped out on me for saying that though. It made me think. Its a big deal for me to be able to say I look fat now jokingly and not take serious action on it later. I had serious anorexia for 5 years and I can now finally say I am almost over it. Not completely. Its something that doesn't really go away. Its still a huge struggle sometimes but to be able to eat food without completely hating myself, without becoming sick with the thought of how many calories could have been in that bagel, or that mouthful of cereal is an amazing thing. Constantly, obsessively checking the labels on food products as well as DRINKS (yes even water.) in deadly fear of calories or fat. Being underweight is dangerous in general but being 5'2 and UNDER 88 lbs is, well, you get the idea. I was losing weight so rapidly. losing my hair, my eyes & cheeks began to sink in some ,becoming extremely bony, & other things that come with being anorexic including a very bad kidney infection (from not drinking the water in fear of weight gain) If I had not been forced to stop when I did I probably would not have lasted very long without being hospitalized. I'm not putting this on here as a pity story. I'm putting it on here as a warning and a message. my story is not as bad as others, but it was, and still IS a horrible thing to have. it never fully goes away and never leaves you alone. its always with you. its always in the back of your head. Telling you not to eat, being deathly afraid of any kind of weight gain. Feeling like your diet is the only thing you can control. It can be used as a way of coping with things if you feel you cant control anything else. you think about it constantly and are always trying to think of how you can avoid your next meal and get away with it if possible, as often as possible. You are constantly needing to stay in motion in order to burn whatever calories you can. I hate women who are anorexic for the attention. Who walk into bathrooms & vomit loudly so that people KNOW what they are doing, so that people KNOW that they are thin. (Yes, there ARE people sadly that do this.) no one ever knew that I had it. I never told anyone. They only accused because I was so nightmarishly thin. The anorexia was a reaction to many other things. I get so upset when women say they are anorexic only because they want the attention or want to be thinner than someone else. thats not how it works. anorexia is an actual mental problem. A deadly game that your mind plays with the rest of your body. There is really only one person who has helped me get through this. I love him with all my heart & I don't know what would have happened if I had kept going, because I was on a train that wouldn't stop for anyone and kept picking up speed. Taking this picture made me feel so much better. I have finally gotten out what has been hiding inside me for so long. & to the person who was about to smack me the other day for what I said about that picture, well, I love her dearly © Anna Laero , all rights reserved.SD metabolic04.jpg
SD_metabolic04/special/Shaminder Dulai/111207/ Woody Compton goes over metabolic test results with Kim Harrell at Body Language. The test measures how many calories a person burns at rest by examining the oxygen content of their breath for ten minutes, the results can then be used to formulate a diet that is catered to each individual, Monday morning, November 12, 2007.
Thom Jones made his literary debut in The New Yorker in 1991. Within six months his stories appeared in Harper's, Esquire, Mirabella, Story, Buzz, and in The New Yorker twice more. "The Pugilist at Rest" - the title story from this stunning collection - took first place in Prize Stories 1993: The O. Henry Awards and was selected for inclusion in Best American Short Stories 1992. He is a writer of astonishing talent. Jones's stories - whether set in the combat zones of Vietnam or the brittle social and intellectual milieu of an elite New England college, whether recounting the poignant last battles of an alcoholic ex-fighter or the hallucinatory visions of an American wandering lost in Bombay in the aftermath of an epileptic fugue - are fueled by an almost brutal vision of the human condition, in a world without mercy or redemption. Physically battered, soul-sick, and morally exhausted, Jones's characters are yet unable to concede defeat: his stories are infused with the improbable grace of the spirit that ought to collapse, but cannot. For in these extraordinary pieces of fiction, it is not goodness that finally redeems us, but the heart's illogical resilience, and the ennobling tenacity with which we cling to each other and to our lives. The publication of The Pugilist at Rest is a major literary event, heralding the arrival of an electrifying new voice in American fiction, and a writer of magnificent depth and range. With these eleven stories, Thom Jones takes his place among the ranks of this country's most important authors.Related topics:
Thom Jones's first collection of stories is a revelation. In prose that sounds like nobody else, Jones channels a variety of distinctively different voices, from the lustful book editor of "Unchain My Heart" to the epileptic, amnesiac adman of the Dostoevskian fable "A White Horse." There's not a miss among these tales, but two in particular stand out: the title story, about a boxer and Vietnam vet who has plumbed the vicious depths of his own soul, and the almost unbearably intense chronicle of a woman fighting a losing battle with cancer, "I Want to Live!" "The world is replete with badness," says the aging fighter of "A Pugilist at Rest"; yet, as the narrator of "I Want to Live!" discovers, there is nothing stronger than the human will to go on, to persist--even in the face of the hell that exists right here on earth. It's not all gloom, doom, and napalm, however. There's also the surreal, Gogol-esque humor of "The Black Lights," in which the pysch-ward protagonist insists his only problem is epilepsy, yet hallucinates a giant, shuddering rabbit caught under his bed at night ("It's that rabbit on the Br'er Rabbit molasses jar. That rabbit with buckles on his shoes! Bow tie. Yaller teeth! Yaller! Yaller!") Then, too, Jones creates images of startling, surreal clarity amid the horror, like the dying lieutenant who remains on one knee even after being shot, "his remaining arm extended out to the enemy, palm upward in the soulful, heartrending gesture of Al Jolson doing a rendition of 'Mammy.'" Take a decidedly grim world-view, add a dose of existential slapstick, some Schopenhauer, an encyclopedic knowledge of pharmaceuticals, and a soundtrack by the Doors, and you have what may be the darkest, funniest, most urgent fictional debut in years. --Mary Park
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