I think the universe is talking to me.
Maybe it has always been, but I just recently learned its language.
A month ago, our book club chose A.S. Byatt’s Possession as our second book, and turned out the density intimidated us. None (as I know of) finished the book, and I didn’t even start. And as I was reading Guardian’s Book section the other day, I came across an article saying the book of the month for their online book club had been picked. Guess what? They picked Possession. I felt laughed at. As I was trying to act as if nothing had happened (that I didn’t give up at our second attempt), Guardian has to pick it up. I’ll call it divine intervention, or… a bad joke.
The other thing was…
I’m taking Brit Lit: Victorian + Modern writers this quarter and I came to adore Auden’s work. I ended up choosing Auden as my final paper subject. Today, I picked up a book which was recommended by NPR earlier, You or Someone Like You by Chandler Burr, and guess what I read on the first page? Auden.
… I ask, who has the life he wants?
He says nothing.
I say, Wystan Auden did.
Turned out that the protagonist of the book, Anne, had chosen Auden’s Collected Poems for her book club.