This month’s Wired had an intriguing article about individuals who have decided to simply vanish–burdened by the mess they’ve made of their life, usually either relationships or illegal business dealings.(Check out “Gone” by Evan Ratliff; Sept. 09) Seems that none of the folks ever really vanished–that, now matter how airtight they thought their plan, they tripped themselves up somehow when they relaxed their guard. Ratliff is even trying to see if he can disappear for 30 days–$5000 if anyone finds him!

Of course Ratliff mentioned Huck Finn and Great Gatsby, both literary characters who sought to make their lives over. Curious also is the fact that the vanishing acts featured in Wired are all men. I wonder how many novels have been written about these kind of vanishing acts? I can think only of Ann Tyler’s Ladder of Years where Delia walks off the beach, down the road, and onto a new life. Any others?

Finally Summer

This has got to be one of the loneliest books I’ve ever read. It was beautiful, don’t get me wrong–but every page pulled at my heart. And if one of the loneliest books, probably also one of the most truthful. I thought how close I came to Ella’s story and whether or not my choice was the better one. Lonely, yet redemptive, somehow, as the characters touched and blended their lives–which should be the story of all of our lives as we live this incarnation.

But today is truly the start of summer. The kitchen is almost done, I stayed for the rosary after mass, and I’ve read three books. I was a bit frantic this morning, wondering, now that the hustle and bustle have ended, what I was to do with myself. The remedy? Ease into summer and drink long draughts!