Last January, I joined in Cardinal Guzman’s “The Changing Seasons” monthly photo challenge. The goal is to choose one place near one’s home and take monthly photos to document the changing seasons.
I chose to focus on Murphy Hanrehan Park, which is near my home in Minnesota. Alas, I neglected my blog for most of the year, so I did not fully complete the challenge. I did want to post my December photos, though, to round out the year. It is a dreary time year, especially since we have almost no snow on the ground.
My January entry to this challenge is here. March is here, and May is here.
This is my May installment of my Monthly Photo Challenge: The Changing Seasons, hosted by Cardinal Guzman at his blog. (My posts have been bi-monthly rather than monthly because I’ve been neglecting my blog a bit lately.) As always, the photos were shot at Murphy Hanrehan Park in the suburbs of the Twin Cities, Minneapolis. Some of them were taken in the evening and some were taken late morning.
Cardinal Guzman hosts a Changing Seasons photo challenge. (Click here for more information.) The challenge is to pick a place near one’s home and post 5-20 pictures of it once a month in order to highlight the changing seasons. My focus is on Murphy Hanrehan Park, which is very near my home.
Alas, I have not traveled anywhere since November, and I do not have any travel plans for the foreseeable future. This makes me restless. I have decided I will have to focus on “travelling” in my local community; I will visit and highlight places, events, etc that have a multicultural/international theme.
Last night I visited the Midtown Global Marketplace in Minneapolis with some friends. I love this place! It is an indoor shopping center devoted to the businesses of local merchants from around the world. For more information, click here.
After having margaritas at a Mexican restaurant and buying spices at the Holy Land, a Middle Eastern shop, my friends and I had an amazing dinner at the Rabbit Hole, a Korean restaurant. The last time I was at this place, I had a camel burger at a Somali restaurant. All of this was under one roof, so we did not have to brave the arctic winds.
Did I mention that I love this place?! Below are a few snapshots I took while walking around the marketplace. Minnesotans: I definitely recommend checking this place out if you have not already been there.
Ordinary Grace, a novel by William Kent Krueger, 2013 . Atria/Simon & Schuster
“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain, which cannot forget, fails drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.” -Aeschylus (quoted in Ordinary Grace)
Semi-Spoiler Alert: In this post, I will not reveal “whodunit,” but I will reveal one of the characters who is found dead in the middle of the novel.
In the early 1960s in New Bremen, a small town in Minnesota, nothing much ever happened—at least most of the time. During one hot summer, however, several people died unexpectedly, some of them from foul play. We learn about this town and these deaths in the novel Ordinary Grace, told from the perspective of 13-year old Frank Drum. Frank is the son of Nathan, a preacher whose faith in God is unshakeable, and Ruth, a restless woman who wants more than her small-town life can give her. Frank has a younger brother, Jake, and an older sister, Ariel. As the novel unfolds we learn more about the dynamics of this family and their interactions with other members of the small community.
Minnesota author William Kent Krueger is perhaps best-known for his mystery novels featuring detective Cork O’Connor, most of which are set in northern Minnesota. Writing about murder, then, is nothing new to him. However, Ordinary Grace is not a crime or mystery novel. Figuring out who is responsible for the various deaths that occur this summer is only part of what this novel is about. It is, more importantly, about how survivors respond to loss and how grief affects us all differently.
This question of loss comes to the fore midway through the novel when we find out that one of the people found dead is Ariel, the beloved daughter of Nathan and Ariel. It is one thing for a pastor to minister to other people who are suffering. It is quite another thing when this pastor has to grapple with his own devastating loss. As Nathan and his wife attempt to come to terms with the murder of their daughter, readers see how differently the husband and wife respond to their loss. Their reactions are so different, in fact, that their marriage nearly founders upon the rocks of their grief.
Despite the horror of losing his young daughter, Nathan never for a moment falters in his Christian faith. This is not to say that he does not grieve for Ariel; of course he does. His soul, however, is not tormented to anywhere near the extent his wife’s is. Far from being comforted by her husband’s faith, she is, in fact, enraged by it.
In one scene, for example, Ruth expresses her despair to Frank by saying, “There is no God to care about us. We’ve got only ourselves and each other. . . . But your father, Frankie, he cares more about God than he does about us. And to me that’s like saying he cares more about the air and I hate him for that.” (224)
This scene, I think, beautifully encapsulates one of the core conflicts of this book. Not only does Ruth not share her husband’s faith in God, she actively resents it. She cannot understand why Nathan is not as shattered and full of rage as she is. It appears to her that he simply does not love her or their child as much as he should. She mistakes spiritual peace for indifference.
I found Krueger’s portrayal of a family’s grief and their struggles with faith profound and moving. Overall, I found the novel compulsively readable as well as emotionally satisfying and I would highly recommend it to others. One element of the novel, though struck me as false: the quickness with which Ruth recovers her equanimity. One day she is raging with fury and even leaves her husband because he says the word “God” too much. Then, already a day after her beloved daughter’s funeral, her emotional fragility is gone and she says, “It hurts terribly, Emil. Maybe it always will. But I’ve survived and I believe I’ll be all right.”
This scene strikes me as unrealistic, happening just a few days (possibly a week?) after the child in whom she had invested all her hopes for the future is taken away by a murderer. Krueger’s portrayal of her earlier fragility and rage seem believable, but this “recovery” strikes me as coming much too soon. Yes, the narrator tells us he does find her crying occasionally in the next few months, but still that does not seem like enough to me for a parent who has lost their child far ahead of their time.
But maybe I am wrong. Maybe people CAN recover more quickly than I expect them to. This discussion reminds me last season of “Downton Abbey,” in which Lady Mary was grieving from the sudden loss of her husband. The family “allowed” her six months to grieve. After that, she was expected to “get on with living.” Yes, I know, “Downton Abbey” is not real life. But I do see this reaction in the broader society as well. It seems that we get the message that if we are to grieve, we should get it done as quickly as possible and we shouldn’t make too much of a spectacle of ourselves. This strikes me as being more about the needs of the non-grievers than about the needs of the grievers. It seems that others simply do not want to be bothered too much with other people’s pain. But perhaps I am off-base here.
What do you think? Do you think we are “supposed” to grieve for a set amount of time? If so, how much is the “right” amount?