The Maples Stories Trace the Decline and Fall of a Marriage, They Also Illumine a History in Many Ways Happy, of Growing Children and a Million Mundane Moments Shared
Contents FOREWORD SNOWING IN GREENWICH VILLAGE WIFE-WOOING GIVING BLOOD TWIN BEDS IN ROME MARCHING THROUGH BOSTON THE TASTE OF METAL YOUR LOVER JUST CALLED WAITING UP EROS RAMPANT PLUMBING THE RED-HERRING THEORY SUBLIMATING NAKEDNESS SEPARATING GESTURING DIVORCING: A FRAGMENT HERE COME THE MAPLES GRANDPARENTING ACKNOWLEDGMENTS FOREWORD THE MAPLES PRESENTED themselves to the writer in New York City in 1956, dropped from his sight for seven years, and reappeared in the suburbs of Boston in 1963, giving blood. They figured in a dozen stories since, until the couple’s divorce in 1976. Their name, bestowed by a young man who had grown up in a small town shaded by Norway maples, and who then moved to the New England of sugar maples and flame-bright swamp maples, retained for him an arboreal innocence, a straightforward and cooling leafiness. Though the Maples stories trace the decline and fall of a marriage, they also illumine a history in many ways happy, of growing children and a million mundane moments shared. That a marriage ends is less than ideal; but all things end under heaven, and if temporality is held to be invalidating, then nothing real succeeds. The moral of these stories is that all blessings are mixed. Also, that people are incorrigibly themselves. The musical pattern, the advance and retreat, of the Maples’ duet is repeated over and over, ever more harshly transposed. They are shy, cheerful, and dissatisfied. They like one another, and are mysteries to one another. One of them is usually feeling slightly unwell, and the seesaw of their erotic interest rarely balances.
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