Gift from the Sea (1955)
Based on its reputation as one of the seminal works of Feminism and a callow belief that the author was merely riding her husband's coattails to fame, this is a book that I have pretty studiously avoided. As it turns out, that was a colossal mistake on my part. This little book contains more interesting and compelling thoughts on the nature of human relationships, particularly the marriage relationship, than just about any other book I've ever read.
It's not possible to address them all here, but here are two ideas that I found particularly striking. Here is a passage describing a quality marriage:
A good relationship has a pattern like a dance, and
is built on some of the same rules. The partners
do not need to hold on tightly, because they move
confidently in the same pattern, intricate but gay
and swift and free, like a country dance of Mozart's.
To touch heavily would be to arrest the pattern
and freeze the movement, to check the endlessly
changing beauty of its unfolding. There is no place
here for the possessive clutch, the clinging arm,
the heavy hand, only the barest touch is assign.
Now arm in arm, now face to face, now back to back
- it does not matter which. Because they know
they are partners moving to the same rhythm, creating
a pattern together, and being invisibly
nourished by it. The joy of such a pattern
is not only the joy of creation or the joy of participation,
it is also the joy of living in the moment. Lightness
of touch and living in the moment are
intertwined.
When you love someone, you do not love them all the
time, in exactly the same way, from moment
to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a
lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of
us demand. We have so little faith in the
ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at
the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb.
We are afraid it will never return. We insist on
permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the
only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in
growth, in fluidity - in freedom, in the sense that
the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass,
but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing,
not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping,
even. Security in a relationship lies neither
in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward
to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but
living in the present relationship and accepting it as
it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one
must accept them for what they are here and now,
within their limits - islands, surrounded and interrupted
by the sea, and continually visited and
abandoned by the tides.
This image, of a loving couple as partners in a dance, not gripped in a hammer lock, but tracing a unified pattern via different steps, just seems profound to me. We all know people who demand of love that it be unchanging, or demand of a partner that they do things in lockstep; these people are never happy and we immediately recognize their relationships as unhealthy. At the same time, we recognize the good marriages around us as the ones where each partner is confident enough in the other to have faith that their separate paths will remain intertwined and will lead to the same place.
The other section that truly brought about a personal epiphany, was when she says:
...marriage, which is always spoken of as a bond,
becomes actually, in this stage, many bonds,
many strands, of different texture and strength,
making up a web that is taut and firm. The web is
fashioned of love. Yes, but many kinds of
love: romantic love first, then a slow-growing devotion
and, playing through these, a constantly rippling
companionship. It is made of loyalties, and
interdependencies, and shared experiences.
It is woven of memories of meetings and conflicts; of
triumphs and disappointments. It is a web
of communication, a common language, and the
acceptance of lack of language, too; a knowledge
of likes and dislikes, of habits and reactions, both
physical and mental. It is a web of instincts
and intuitions, and known and unknown exchanges.
The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the
day to day living side by side, looking outward
and working outward in the same direction.
As I read that, I was reminded of some of the marriages i've never been able to fathom, from my own grandparents to that most analyzed relationship of our day, the Clintons. The notion of the years together creating a web and of reaching a point where you, the couple, are within, looking out in the same direction, seems to me to go a long way to explaining such marriages. Think of how completely the Clintons are entangled within their own unique web, how insular their world must be, and, so long as they do work in the same direction, their relationship at least starts to make a little sense.
There is much more here besides. I approached with trepidation,
fearing a chick book, and found instead a marvelous exploration of the
human condition in general and of the extraordinarily complex nature of marriage in particular. It is a book that anyone will benefit by, especially actual or prospective husbands and wives.
(Reviewed:19-May-00)
Grade: (A+)
