I had spent my childhood thus far being carted around the capital cities of Europe, so the Field Museum satisfied my idea of Museum, but its domed stone facade was nothing exceptional. Because it was Sunday, we had a little trouble finding parking, b
I run my hands over her hair and come away with a small handful of snow that melts immediately. Whats wrong? Clare takes in the untouched food, my uncheerful demeanor. Youre sulking because theres no mayo? Hey. Hush. I sit down on the broken old La-Z
My mom wears lipstick, eye liner, mascara, blush, and eyebrow pencil to go to the dry cleaners. Dad is much as he always is, tall, spare, a quiet dresser, a wearer of hats. The difference is his face. He is deeply content. They touch each other often
She was wearing dark lipstick and I insisted on going to bed with her lip prints on my cheek. I remember her sitting on a bench in Warren Park while my dad pushed me on a swing, and she bobbed close and far, close and far. One of the best and most pa
CHRISTMAS EVE, ONE ALWAYS CRASHING IN THE SAME CAR Saturday, December 24, 1988 (Henry is 40, Clare is 17) HENRY: Its a dark winter afternoon. Im in the basement in Meadowlark House in the Reading Room. Clare has left me some food: roast beef and chee
THE TIME TRAVELERS WIFE a novel by Audrey Niffenegger Clock time is our bank manager, tax collector, police inspector; this inner time is our wife. J. B. Priestley, Man and Time LOVE AFTER LOVE The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yo
HENRY: How does it feel? How does it feel? Sometimes it feels as though your attention has wandered for just an instant. Then, with a start, you realize that the book you were holding, the red plaid cotton shirt with white buttons, the favorite black
Sometimes you feel euphoric. Everything is sublime and has an aura, and suddenly you are intensely nauseated and then you are gone. You are throwing up on some suburban geraniums, or your fathers tennis shoes, or your very own bathroom floor three da
I find myself in crowds, audiences, mobs. Just as often I am alone, in a field, house, car, on a beach, in a grammar school in the middle of the night. I fear finding myself in a prison cell, an elevator full of people, the middle of a highway. I app
THE MAN OUT OF TIME Oh not because happiness exists, that too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss. But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps call
I look up the book itself and fill out a call slip for it. But I also want to read about papermaking at Kelmscott. The catalog is confusing. I go back to the desk to ask for help. As I explain to the woman what I am trying to find, she glances over m
To my immense relief he does say yes. We plan to meet tonight at a nearby Thai restaurant, all the while under the amazed gaze of the woman behind the desk, and I leave, forgetting about Kelmscott and Chaucer and floating down the marble stairs, thr
I say Have we met? and Isabelle gives me a look that says You asshole. But the girl says, Im Clare Abshire. I knew you when I was a little girl, and invites me out to dinner. I accept, stunned. She is glowing at me, although I am unshaven and hung ov
She said she was a little girl? A plethora of unanswerables runs through my head. I stop and breathe for a minute. Okay. I grab my wallet and my keys, and away I go: lock the thirty-seven locks, descend in the cranky little elevator, buy roses for Cl
It begins with September 23, 1977, and ends sixteen small, blue, puppied pages later on May 24, 1989. I count. There are 152 dates, written with great care in the large open Palmer Method blue ball point pen of a six-year-old. You made the list? Thes
Whats that? Look it up. It was built like a tank. It had fins. My parents loved it it had a lot of history for them. So we got in the car. I sat in the front passenger seat, we both wore our seatbelts. And we drove. The weather was absolutely awful.
I have a scar where it started to cut my forehead. I show Clare. It got my hat. The police couldnt figure it out. All my clothes were in the car, on the seat and the floor, and I was found stark naked by the side of the road. You time traveled. Yes.
You know about gravity, right? The larger something is, the more mass it has, the more gravitational pull it exerts? It pulls smaller things to it, and they orbit around and around? Yes.... My mother dying...its the pivotal thing...everything else go
Arrgh. Ill never get this. I stand up and stretch. I desperately need to go for a walk. My grandmothers room is comforting but claustrophobic. The ceiling is low, the wallpaper is dainty blue flowers, the bedspread is blue chintz, the carpet is white
The Berghoff is warm, and noisy. There are quite a few people, eating and standing around. The legendary Berghoff waiters are bustling importantly from kitchen to table. I stand in line, thawing out, amidst chattering families and couples. Eventually