The Archivist

by Martha Cooley | Literature & Fiction |
ISBN: 0316158720 Global Overview for this book
Registered by jinnayah of Ann Arbor, Michigan USA on 3/20/2004
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Journal Entry 1 by jinnayah from Ann Arbor, Michigan USA on Saturday, March 20, 2004
This book is mine, a book for my permanent collection which I nonetheless want registered, because I will be loaning it out constantly, and I want the exchange of ideas offered by the journals. I have registered a second copy of this book which I did release.

The first night I started reading Martha Cooley's book in earnest, I sent out the following HELP! email to a dozen of my friends:

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.

The Archivist, by Martha Cooley, is about T.S. and Vivienne Eliot and Emily Hale. It is also about religious conversion, conviction, and denial; alienation in marriage and parent-child relationships; depression; libraries, and the literary life. It does things like this:
[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.”
“Lord! I’ve only read your few excerpts and I’m already trembling.”
“It's about much more than I thought it would be about.”

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.

My "think it over" friend is the type of reader who regularly, even as a rule, devours books in a single setting. I think books are best read slowly, but I usually cannot follow through on that opinion. I start out at a reasonable pace, and then am drawn in more and more and whirl through eventually. The night I wrote that HELP! email I finished The Archivist.

I felt I lost a lot by that. The characters go through many significant changes over the course of weeks, or, in other parts of the book, years. I cannot process their whole lives in the matter of a single late night. I do not allow them to live as fully as an author makes them live when I do that. The second time I read this book I did it over the course of three weeks, no more than three pages in a single sitting. The last third, especially, was far better than I remembered it, more subtle and insightful and careful. It is my opinion that one cannot fully appreciate how many years Ms. Cooley may or may not have mulled over the ideas if one gives less than three days to them oneself. In this I disagree with my friend. He believes an opinion is valid independent of the one who holds it.


In the end, The Archivist is encapsulated, I believe, almost entire in pages 112-3, Judith's journal entry of May 3, 1959. Here all the book's many themes come together. I identify very strongly with Judith. One of my fellow-readers said the middle third of the novel, her journal, is a bit like talking to me. She did not read to me as angry as some of my friends read her (for one this anger made the book far harder; another liked tapping into that power). I share some of her demons.

A fellow reader liked Roberta best. "She has a depth that Matt does not, and a balance that Judith lacks," he said. Roberta's questions, of course, are never answered in this book. It is notable that a character who (in the words of the narrator) sees everything through the lens of conversion never once explains satisfactorally what it means to her. Roberta speaks often of other people's conversions and their effects on her. Yet she never gets personal enough. Clearly she does not consider herself a convert--she believes she discovered what was already her true identity in Judaism--but by any common definition she converted from a childhood Christianity. And she never says what that meant to her.

I will always love this book. And I would love to know whether, and/or how, you do.


Journal Entry 2 by jinnayah from Ann Arbor, Michigan USA on Saturday, April 3, 2004
I gave a copy of The Archivist to my boyfriend a month ago, and he has finished it by now. He found it somewhat frightening. "You would hope," he said, "that love and hard work would be enough to hold people together." I said I think that (unfortunately) untrue. People have certain essential characters, thought patterns and frameworks for confronting the world which they cannot change in the long-term, and cannot change to their good. Sometimes people's essences do throw up unbridgeable walls between them.

I spent two or three years attempting to break through into the lives of two friends of mine--they were good friends, who loved and appreciated me, but who never needed me. I felt extraneous with them. I wanted to need them desperately, I wanted them to define me, I wanted to give them my soul, and they could not accept it from me. (Nor should they have, I know now. No one should in good conscience accept that kind of power over another human being.) There was nothing any of us could do to change our situation, because it was dictated by who we were. In the end, I changed just enough to make it all livable.


I reminded my boyfriend another Archivist reader had compared the middle third, Judith's diary, to talking with me. I said it with a bit of pride; he responded with some bitterness, "Sometimes there is that sense of futility and desperation about you." I was startled.

At times I have withdrawn from him as I have withdrawn from the world, and I know it hurts him not to be able to help me (not to be allowed to help me?). When it happens, it all seems inevitable to me: my task now is to talk myself out of allowing that state to happen.


He also asked me, "Do you agree with the conclusion--" and I jumped in immediately, "No, I don't! Most people don't! The end of the book does seem wrong. Obviously I don't approve of Matt's choice--and I don't have to, it's Cooley's decision to tell the story as she thinks it happens--but I also do not feel that choice follows from the rest of the book. It did not ring true to me as a climax.

"But that's okay, in a sense, because that part of the book in particular is not so much about the plot. It's more of a framestory for the ideas. That's what I read it for. It does not matter in some sense what happens, because that part isn't really meant as a narrative with buildup and climax and denouement."

"Actually," he said, "I was going to ask if you agree with the conclusion that it was wrong to keep Judith from her poetry." Should she have been allowed to keep dealing with her life in her own way?

I don't know, I told him. Maybe you would have to ask Judith herself. I do see, though, that she was not trying to heal. Judith tried to survive, but she did give herself in to her depression. She lost the sense of what is normal life (not difficult to do), and she stopped looking for the way out.


My boyfriend told me he has never really believed that suffering is redeemed when great art comes from it. He does not want to think that art could not have been created by more happy people. An artist needs life experience to communicate with the world, of course, but a lot can also be achieved through empathy. Enough, he believes.

What price immortality?


Journal Entry 3 by jinnayah from Ann Arbor, Michigan USA on Thursday, June 3, 2004
I have now registered three copies of Archivist, my permanent copy and two copies bought at David's Books. I include the same introductory entry with each copy, but otherwise will write different things about each of them--and each will have different histories eventually. You can read further here (2), here (3), and here (4).

Journal Entry 4 by jinnayah from Ann Arbor, Michigan USA on Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Yippee! I wrote Martha Cooley a second fan letter (I wrote last fall and received no answer) and she responded this morning! Whee! She says she didn't receive my first fan letter. Silly Little, Brown. Maybe I'll send her another copy. I've got the long version of the first letter still.

Anyway, this is what the author has to say about Judith:

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.

Journal Entry 5 by jinnayah from Ann Arbor, Michigan USA on Monday, August 1, 2005
Mailed the book off to a friend who issued a "Help! Need books!" call. I trust I'll be getting it back. In fact, he promises a box of cookies, as well.

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