The Archivist
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The Archivist
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I saw The Archivist a few months ago in Borders. I read a few pages from the middle of it, at which point it is a character's diary (through most of it it's first-person narration). I knew there were concepts I wanted more of. Now I have it out from the library, and I started it in earnest yesterday, and I REALLY need help. I need someone else to be reading this book. As you can see, I am making this request to many friends, because I know how busy you all are. But please don't assume you can let it slide because someone else won't.[Here I cited passages from the first 100 pages of the book. They began as follows:] **(90)Perhaps all children are solipsists; perhaps I was merely more of one than most. **(59)In the early 1950s, Judith began writing about the Kabbalistic myth of God's exile. One evening I asked her to explain this notion. How could a divinity responsible for all things be in exile? **(22)Judith's been gone for so long. She began leaving many years before her death, in fact. And I had a hand in her departure. **I keep going back to Eliot's work because it has something to teach me. About craft, obviously, but more than that. The hollowness that Eliot could describe like almost nobody else. But even that's not all. As I am very well met in my friends, several responded, and we had wonderful reading together. Some of their early reactions: “Twenty pages in—I am reminded of the beauty of words.”***** I corresponded more later with some of my friends on this. A fourth told me after reading it that, though the ideas had power and the book was a good story and a good read, he felt the author was too green. (It is Cooley's first.) She should have let the ideas percolate for another twenty years, he said. I can credit the opinion that the Ms. Cooley bites off a heck of a lot and has trouble chewing it, but in my experience she does eventually manage to swallow it all. As do I. |
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Baeck speaks of the timelessness of mystery and commandment, their way of uniting past and future, where you've come from and what you must do, "the consciousness that we have been created versus the consciousness that we are expected to create" (47). He says, For Judaism, however, this endlessness is something positive, it gives a man something. A commandment that can be fulfilled completely is merely a human law. The commandment of God is a commandment which leads into the future and involves a mission which, in the words of the Bible, continues "from generation to generation" (51).Dietrich Bonhoeffer could agree, only from his perspective we don't have to do it alone, and Christ's intercession makes our lifelone, impossible mission a light burden and an easy yoke. "She said she'd wanted to imagine what it would be like to serve God in an extreme way, without any withholding" (28). The more I read The Archivist, the more I feel Judith got something essentially right about her faith, despite that she had to discover Judaism on her own. Baeck speaks also of a faith without withholding, a continual recommitment to live in the tension of the mystery and commandment, the now and the world to come. "Whoever experiences both, both in unity, lives in the world and yet is different, is different and yet is in the world" (Baeck 54). He writes of a life transformed continually by faith, not once for all but in a lived way. Israel struggles with God and man and prevails. Each of us has something to offer the Creator, and it tisn't belief. It's the returned Shekinah--the bridging of masculine and feminine, life and death. It's redemption, in which each of us is called to participate. Nothing else matters (Cooley 59).Judith feels thwarted in her mission to reform the world. Her paths to the shards she must collect are blocked, perhaps by others who think they have her best interests at heart, perhaps by world complacency, certainly by her own mental illness. She loses her talent for fighting. "Judith had tried to set up her Jewish faith like a home, and over time [Matt] chipped away at it until finally there was no place for her to go" (22). A man who truly lives in the unity of createdness and creating shouldn't have that problem, Baeck implies. "Wherever Jewish piety is found, we encounter this strong drive to create, to fashion for the sake of God, to build the kingdom of God" (55). Jesus, too, spoke of building the kingdom of God. "Behold! The kingdom of God is among you." There is no excuse. There is no waiting period. There is only the responsibility to get out there and create some grace! First light, then language; first the en-sof, the unknowable, then the letters of the Torah all jumbled, from which we were supposed to construct a world--somehow!--though how did He expect us to do this once Adam the dust-man had broken the sacred vessels and scattered the light like motes of his own pale dust everywhere, leaving what the Kabbalists call shards (Cooley 109).It's hard to do God's work, howbeit that we were created for it. It takes a lifetime, and it takes a little help from your friends. Christians would say it also takes the companionship of Christ, and that it takes the church as the body of Christ. Judaism, I think, says it takes a people. Maybe Judith would have had a better chance had she not been such a loner. She cleaved unto a man who loved her "but could only approach her, approach but never reach her." Not a fit partner "for the repair of our breach, to restore grace" (Cooley 28). Did she need someone whom the force of intimacy did not frighten (19) but enlivened, someone who could have guided her righteous anger into social responsibility and connection? "If I knew how to atone, I would. Or what to atone for" (Cooley 175). Did she need someone who would not say "I don't think atonement is the issue"? This has often been called the realism of Judaism--trust in the world, or, to be more precise, the assurance of reconciliation. ... Reconciliation is the liberating assurance that even now, during our life on earth, while we are coping with what is given and assigned, we are related to God. ... Wherever we have both mystery and commandment, we also encounter the possiblity of such reconciliaiton; for there it is possible for a man to become certain of his origin as well as of his way ... --he can always return to himself" (Baeck 52).Judith was not taught to return to herself. And so she was left with no place to go. |
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As to my character Judith's world...well, it wouldn't be an easy one to inhabit all the time, as I learned while inhabiting it imaginatively so as to create her journal (which is, as you say, less an actual "journal" than a chronicle of the inner life). But I believe we all have within us the capacity to choose (and keep re-choosing) our angle of approach, as it were, to the world. (Perspectives are endlessly variable, thank goodness!) Depression obviously complicates that capacity, but needn't fully deny or remove it. And it's good we live in better times than Judith did, in that depression itself is now much better understood and treated.I'll be adding this little bit to each of my journal entries for Archivist. |
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