Monday, February 14, 2011

The Lone Pilgrim

At the waning of winter, I want to do nothing else but sit in solitude in a spot near a window through which only a little light comes with a steaming mug of tea close to hand and read Laurie Colwin.  In honor of St. Valentine's Day, here is a re-post from 2009 of an excerpt from her wonderful story "The Lone Pilgrim."

The writers one loves become our friends, and revisiting my beloved Laurie Colwin is like seeing a great friend again after many years, and finding that your conversation is as easy as if there had never been a pause in it. This is from her story "The Lone Pilgrim":

You get used to a condition of longing. Live with it over time and it becomes part of your household . . . . You cannot fantasize being married if you are married. Married to Gilbert, what would I long for? I would not even be able to long for him.

Woe to those who get what they desire. Fulfillment leaves an empty space where your old self used to be, the self that pines and broods and reflects. . . . The feelings you were used to abiding with are useless. The conditions you established for your happiness are met. That youthful light-headed feeling whose sharp side is much like hunger is of no more use to you.

You long for someone to love. You find him. You pine for him. Suddenly, you discover you are loved in return. You marry. Before you do, you count up the days you spent in other people's kitchens, at dinnner parties, putting other people's children to bed. You have basked in a sense of domesticity you have not created but enjoy. The Lone Pilgrim sits at the dinner parties of others, partakes, savors, and goes home in a taxi alone.

. . . . [N]ow the search has ended. Your imagined happiness is yours. Therefore, you lose your old bearings. On the one side is your happiness and on the other is your past -- the self you were used to, going through life alone, heir to your own experience. Once you commit yourself, everything changes and the rest of your life seems to you like a dark forest on the property you have recently acquired. It is yours, but still you are afraid to enter it, wondering what you might find: a little chapel, a stand of birches, wolves, snakes, the worst you can imagine, or the best. You take one timid step forward, but then you realize you are not alone. You take someone's hand . . . and strain through the darkness to see ahead.

(Above:  "Love Locked Out" [1889] by Anna Lea Merritt, which was used for the cover of The Lone Pilgrim, the collection in which the story with the same title was published in 1981.)


lissla lissar said...

That's beautiful!

You know, I love and adore her two cookbooks, and use them and read them all the time. Why, WHY have I never ever looked for any of her novels? I KNEW she'd written novels!

Agh. I'm going to go beat myself over the head with something!

Pentimento said...

Oh . . . I love those cookbooks SO MUCH. Yes, go read her short stories and novels immediately! Her novels I like best are "A Big Storm Knocked it Over" and "Another Marvelous Thing," which is sort of a novella in the form of interconnected short stories. I wish she hadn't died so young.