I remembered today the first time I talked back to my father. I was thirteen; he was still farming then—in his fifties. We were clearing rocks out of a field so he could mow it without losing half the teeth out of the sickle bar. My mother came down with lunch just as he picked up a big rock and swung it into the back of the truck.
She said, “You’ll throw your back out worse than last year.”
He was in a good mood. He said, “No; I always get some strong spells in the summer. Comes right out of here.” He toed the ground.
I said, “I don’t see how. It’s only dirt.”
My mother laughed. My father said, “Maybe so.” He kept me working past sunset—himself too—and the next day his back was out.
I once regarded that kind of memory as an encumbrance, or a luxury. But my most recent process isn’t as simple as the one that got me to New York in the first place; it has more to do with luxuries and encumbrances. What amazes me is that there seems to be some system in all this accumulation: a year ago I couldn’t have been bothered, I couldn’t have refined anything out of the uneasiness, and I probably wouldn’t have understood any of what has come or gone or stayed.
ALSO BY JOHN CASEY
SPARTINA
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THE HALF-LIFE OF HAPPINESS
On a spring afternoon in Virginia, progressive attorney Mike Reardon strolls downtown Charlottesville feeling terrific. He surveys the elements in his appealing life: filmmaker wife Joss, his clever and canny daughters, the bohemian characters that share his seven-acre haven on the Rivanna River. But his blissful certainty is to be short-lived. A friend’s suicide and Joss’s affair with a mercurial woman turn Mike’s world upside down. Then he discovers the erotic quicksilver of the political campaign and begins a farcical run for office that consumes all their lives. Superbly plotted, buoyed with humor and hope, The Half-life of Happiness embraces the accidents and choices that shape our lives and the lives of those we love.
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Translated from the Italian by John Casey:
A novel
BY
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“A novel full of happiness, but with the sharp premonition of great sorrow; a novel full of pain but somehow tasting like honey.” —Diario
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