The Man On The Couch

imagesEvery day possible I go to the library to read for an hour, a favorite pastime of mine. Where else can you find guaranteed peace and absolutely no cell phone use. One feels as if they’re stepping back in time and it’s glorious to say the least.

The reading room is filled with cushy chairs along with an ample sofa comfortably seating two, though on occasion when attendance is high, a third party squeezes in. It’s my favorite spot, and lately I’ve been joined by a new gentleman. New meaning, he must have just joined since I can’t remember seeing him before (there’s a modest fee to belong to this particular library).

He’s not a handsome man by any means…short, stubby with receding hair, but I find myself curious about him because he’s always there on one side of the sofa. Immaculately dressed in a suit with shimmering Gucci loafers, I notice along with a gold Tiffany watch he also wears a wedding band.

He looks as if he works at something, but makes his own hours and prefers reading Greek philosophy to fiction or non.

The writer in me wonders about that lone ring on his finger because he doesn’t give off the scent of marriage? It’s not that he flirts or even modestly engages, but his solitude seems three ply implying the big L…loneliness.

My imagination is now off to the races.

Is she sick, did she die…has she left him for another man? Someone richer, taller? Why is he reading Plato and Socrates while I’m here inhaling The Little Prince. Would have made a great photo actually.

But what really tipped me off to some deep-rooted emotion was when he came in with Aeschylus, the Greek poet and dramatist, beneath his well-heeled arm.

This is when knowing your history comes in handy,

Aeschylus, pronounced ees-kuh-luhs, was what Bobby Kennedy read after his brother died. For those of you who don’t know, Bobby always blamed himself for JFK’s death believing it was because of his pursuit of organized crime that made Jack a target. Jackie, his grieving sister-in-law, gave him Aeschylus to read hoping he’d find comfort and solace.

Being a RFK fan, I read some and let me tell you, it’s elegy to the fullest. All you needΒ  are bagpipes mewling TAPSΒ  in the background.

Even in our sleep pain which cannot forget,

falls drop by drop upon the heart – until in our own despair

against our will comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

BINGO.

This compact little man with the shiny shoes is grieving…maybe it’s for a parent or a child, God forbid…but he’s in maximum pain to be sure.

Where am I going with all this?

Back to the library to observe and ponder more.

He’d make a helluva character in that novel I’m going to one day write.

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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14 Responses to The Man On The Couch

  1. jimmie chew says:

    youre right that would have made the best pic.
    i love the little prince πŸ™‚

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  2. katecrimmins says:

    You don’t miss a trick, do you? Perhaps you will be able to wheedle his story out of him in time.

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  3. micklively says:

    Don’t dangle the novel again, you temptress! We’re all waiting.

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  4. You certainly have enough material for a rocking novel. I hope you do write it. If you don’t get around to it until after I’ve become famous, I’ll help you publish it. πŸ˜‰ (Don’t wake me up from my fantasies)

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    • You’re very sweet to say all that. I asked a friend why he thought my blog hits were down and he said, I’ve gotten too comfortable with my themes. Don’t know really what to say there. I never know what I’m going to write about. Things happen during the day, like the Monica cover. It inspired a post…As for you, I think you’re an amazing writer. Been reading lots of Raymond Chandler and you come to mind…there’s so much imagination in you…I mean it David…this isn’t me giving back the compliment. You are above average.

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      • I appreciate it, Susannah. πŸ™‚ My goal is to become a professional author, but I’m also realistic enough to know that’s a crazy hard field to break into. I have one novels that is totally done and another I will finish, probably tomorrow or the next day since I’m on the final edit now. Now I just need to get off my butt and query some agents.

        I wouldn’t worry about your themes. I mean, as long as you are happy with what you write, that’s the most important thing. If you try to please the imaginary masses out there, it might not be as authentic. Of course, if you wanted to start writing sci-fi parodies or opera commentaries, I’d still read it. πŸ˜‰

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      • Over the weekend I put up an eBook on Kindle and want to announce it but feel too shy to do so. Even wrote it out. Don’t have the preen gene. I actually sold one too called Model Behavior on a new site for women called shebooks. Hasn’t come out yet. I just love to write and wish I could earn a dollar doing what I love the most. But you’re right…very hard market.

        I have faith in your work, and like I said…teachers make the best writers.

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