I asked my younger daughter . . . no, I’ll
admit I had to beg her to let me read to her.
On the balance, it’s a bit easier with my older one. Not always.
I get told “no”, often enough by her as well. But the younger one, generally takes work. “Don’t you want to find out want happens at
the race?” I’m not sure that she knew that the steeplechase was pending.
We’re well into
Anna Karenina, in our small, hard back edition we’re up to page
two-hundred-and-eighty or so. My
arrangement is to read ten pages per sitting.
Last time we learned that Anna is pregnant, which is rather
extraordinary. Vronsky wants her to run
away with him and leave her family behind.
Anna can’t even bear to reference her son, as the thought is too
painful. Karenin, her husband however,
she seems perfectly ready to throw under the bus.
After leaving Anna,
the enormity of her news evaporates from Vronsky’s consciousness as he makes
his way to the steeplechase grounds. He can compartmentalize himself and
transform completely it seems from lover to rider. We have met his prized mare before, the
untested, urgently promising Frou-Frou.
The beautiful, young horse will face off against the imposing horse
Gladiator and it’s rider Makhotin.
I don’t know much
about steeplechase riding but unsurprisingly, the way that Tolstoy writes about
it, it is utterly gripping. And as they
race Vronsky speaks to his mare as he would a lover, he is so proud of her, and
thrilled by her and he is riding her in just the proper manner, to allow her to
wax to her full potential, full sweat, she overtakes Gladiator and holds her
lead right up and over the Irish Bank, until Vronsky makes a makes a critical
mistake, and forces the horse to rear, wherein she falls, and cannot rise again. She has broken her back and will never stand again. She
must now be shot. Vronsky is unhurt
physically, but devastated by the humiliation and the loss. We who have read the story before, know that
these portents, like the railway worker mangled by the train at the outset of
the novel and now and this equine sacrifice all call ominously to Anna.
Monday, 10/01/18
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