I am absolutely loving all the posts here and the points made, such a rich panoply (I can't think of another word this morning) of topics and ideas, and thank goodness we're talking TO each other, that's an art in itself.
Where to START?
Barbara's dorm room idea and the "doing room," also struck me, Bellamarie, and those are serious considerations, too.
If we all think of our own lives and spaces...are we saying our "doings" have to be out of sight because they are all over the place and more comfortable to us hidden? What an interesting topic that is, alone. There was a movie/ documentary a while back and I can't remember but one thing about it: when the police went to interview a renowned scholar, and were cordially received, they had to move stacks of books and reviews and journals off seats just to sit down and one of them opined later to the camera, "I've never seen anything like it." If any of you have been in the Carl Sandburg home which is maintained just as he left it you will have the idea.
But why wouldn't a scholar be surrounded by his books and why would his wife who received the detectives be embarrassed about it? To some people books are riches.
And then what do we fear, that was super, Pat. Are there any other fears you all can think of that might be influencing some of the people in the book? (As well as us?)
What about the fear of being forgotten? Of having even existed at all? Is that real for these folks in CA? They have children.
There's complaining and then there's kvetching. As Pat said, I agree it's an art form, but I feel comfortable around it, that is, listening to it. It's a method of communication, it's an established bond from the very first sentence.... It's hard to describe how it's different. When WE hear complaining we want to remonstrate, oh look on the bright side, always on the sunny side, keep on the sunny side of life..... like the song says, oh count your blessings, for heaven's sake. But THIS type of thing is, to me, different. I am not sure how, but it is.
Just looking back over the posts, they do say that losing your license, the ability to drive, is BIG. I can see how it would be, especially if you live out a ways and have to take the pike or expressway or interstate to go anywhere. Those Interstates you have to keep driving on, they, as Bellamarie expressed, scare you to death. I hadn't driven on one for a month, after making several trips a week during the year, and the infamous I-85 corridor last Thursday nearly scared me to death. I had to force self continually to stay ON the thing, ran below the speed limit which everybody else was exceeding by at least 10 mph, way up in the 70's and not take the side roads which would have added an hour to the trip. And the kids are out of school and it's like a raceway, literally, like Formula One racing cars. Accidents everywhere. I had the wheel gripped with white fingers which I had to pry off when I got there, no joke. But this morning I'm doing it again at 11:00, and I bet the feeling is different tho those much younger than I am who take it every day shake their heads over it, it's the most traveled stretch of road anywhere or so they claim. At least in LA they are moving 10 mph! hahaha
All of a sudden? Everybody is too fast for me. Moving too fast, walking too fast. Too fast.
Perhaps Uber and the driverless cars will offer US a solution before it's over.
And I did like Barbara's story of her friend who did stay home with the help of others who formed it seemed to me their own little "community" until she died.
And I appreciated hongfan's look at the Chinese way of life and how the elderly are treated, at first the same as Pearl Buck so memorably portrayed in The Good Earth and then different. I wonder how much the one child per family decree has changed that?
So even ancient cultures can change and some patterns wear out, as we can see happening in our group here on the beach.
I do like Jonathan's keeping the other protagonists in mind as Myerhoff calls them, it will be interesting to see they part they play in this. They must play some part or she would not have named them such.
The cancer situation is quite difficult, isn't it? It needs the wisdom of Solomon, particularly in the light of the recent report by the BBC on the reason doctors can't give prognoses about the efficacy of chemotherapy in such cases.
I think maybe what Barbara is reacting to about the narrator is something I also thought initially, about the clinical sort of dissection of these folks, the role of the 4th Protagonist, the anthropologist herself. I had an initial like reaction.
It's hard to say why, for me. All I can think of is the old Walter Winchell show in which they would show a person going about their day and then this voice over would begin solemnly intoning "XXX doesn't know it but today will change her life forever."
I absolutely HATED that show. Just let me live out my own life without analyzing me. There's something about that analyzing and psychoanalyzing which drives me wild.
However I do acknowledge the beauty here of the writing, and that I know nothing of anthropology, (is it judgmental? Somebody somewhere has to come to some conclusions), or that the anthropologist apparently has to get close to and life with or like the subjects to do a good job. Will we agree this time with those conclusions? Is Myerhoff too close despite the disclaimers, to be objective?
So I agree with Jonathan that we all are in for a real treat if we can stick it out.