August 24, 2007

Grace Paley, writer and activist, died today. She was 84. Supposing it had to happen sometime, but now? Right in the middle of loyalty programs, ’08 branding campaign preparation, consulting trips, shooting, three RFPs and choosing paper stock by Monday? She was, and still is, my favorite writer of all time; she will live forever on my bookshelf. She wrote about day-to-day. About exhaustion, daydreaming, the laundry, the weather. Her characters lived out the drama of what? Pretty much nothing to speak of. Yet it consumed them. Her writings surreptitiously showed how ensnaring the elaborate web of everyday life politics can be. About how you can get so tangled up in taglines, fonts, and email chains, that you forget to be brilliant. Or creative, even. But that certainly doesn’t happen to any of us ad people…..does it?
From her work, ?¢‚Ǩ?ìEnormous Changes at the Last Minute?¢‚Ǩ?:
?¢‚Ǩ?ìI saw my ex-husband in the street. I was sitting on the steps of the new library.
?¢‚Ǩ?ìHello, my life, I said. We had once been married for twenty-seven years, so I felt justified.
?¢‚Ǩ?ìHe said, What? What life? No life of mine.
?¢‚Ǩ?ìI said, O.K. I don?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t argue when there?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s real disagreement. I got up and went into the library to see how much I owed them.
?¢‚Ǩ?ìThe librarian said $32 even and you?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢ve owed it for eighteen years. I didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t deny anything. Because I don?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t understand how time passes. I have had those books. I have often thought of them. The library is only two blocks away.
?¢‚Ǩ?ìMy ex-husband followed me to the Books Returned desk. He interrupted the librarian, who had more to tell. In many ways, he said, as I look back, I attribute the dissolution of our marriage to the fact that you never invited the Bertrams to dinner.
?¢‚Ǩ?ìThat?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s possible, I said. But really, if you remember: first, my father was sick that Friday, then the children were born, then I had those Tuesday-night meetings, then the war began.?¢‚Ǩ?