I was having a horrible Tuesday night. I know how to save myself in situations like that–distraction, occupation, company–but I’d let it go too far and found myself sitting on the edge of my bed in tears trying to think of something to do and feeling that everything was too much effort. I didn’t want to read Remains of the Day, I didn’t want to watch TV, I didn’t want to go for a walk, I didn’t want to do art, and I certainly didn’t want to study. Eventually, I forced myself to grab a new book, unopened, recently purchased for two dollars at a half-price books warehouse sale.
I happened, thank goodness, to reach for A.S. Byatt’s Possession. I bought the book without knowing a thing about it besides the mention on the back cover that the main character was a scholar of English literature. After the first paragraph, with its rich description of a dusty antique book, I wasn’t crying anymore. By the second page I remembered, through Roland Mitchell’s obvious passion, the way I feel about literature and how excited I am to move forward with my education. Byatt writes, “The individual appears for an instant, joins the community of thought, modifies it and dies; but the species, that dies not, reaps the fruit of his ephemeral existence” (6). That’s what I want to do–what I’m going to do–and there’s nothing in my way besides the paralysis of frustration. Because I’m not in any English classes right now, I need occasional reminders of the way studying literature makes me feel, and the appeal of scholarship in general. Possession gives a far-from-rosy picture of the practicalities of an academic life, to be sure; Roland is more-or-less unemployed and financially dependent on his secretary girlfriend. However, the only thing that seems certain in Roland’s life (thus far) is his fascination with the work he does. It’s worth living on the edge of poverty, working for an unencouraging taskmaster, and staying with a woman he may not still love to be a member of the academic community.
I need to remember that it’s worth it. It’s worth the stress and the labor and the occasional tears. It’s worth opening myself to rejection and reaching high. Opening Possession on Tuesday night reminded me of what I want and what it’s worth, and that makes everything else easier. It reminded my of my “own huge ignorance” and the life I hope will make it slightly less-huge (10). It made me actually want to work on my personal statement, and that, my friends, is quite an accomplishment.