by Glenn
Why pick it?
Many things about the
book, How to Stay Married by Harrison Scott Key, really stuck. I could not shake it. It shook me. I kept mulling it over.
Judy read it and we talked about it. I wanted to talk about it some more. I
hoped there’d be much for the Apes to discuss.
Hearts and bones:
elemental, universal, complex questions about human relationship and purpose; questions
intimate and challenging for a memoirist.
I thought the book witty,
charming, and well written. The man can write a sentence!
The courage it took to
lay so bare his shortcomings as a husband and father, to publish the heartache
and the shit he and his wife went through, to broadcast being so lost, so
broken - a bit shocking, really.
The man’s wife left the
family for a “hanging” Chad. (Sorry, Mr. Downie!) How to go on?
Kids. Faith. Friends.
Resilience. Humor. Love. Hooks instead of missing pictures. Will that be
enough? I wanted to find out. But it was a ride I would only experience as a
reader. Thank heavens!
That’s why I picked it.
But, why write it? Why
publish it?
Mr. Key?
Some have questioned my
publishing this book, understandably worried that, in my attempt at healing, I
might end up causing more hurt. I share that concern…
I wrote this story, which
is by turns confession, cautionary fable, true-crime romance, and paranormal
nonfiction dystopian farce. Whatever you call it, it’s our story, my wife’s and
mine. Others have their own. If they read this book, I hope they will find love
in these pages.
…this horror novel
masquerading as a comedy…
Writing this story is the
second-hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Living through the events
described here without committing a felony is the hardest.
This book is about my
marriage, but it’s about far more than that. It’s also about my spiritual
journey through the wastelands of being and my seeking…
I knew if I wrote a book
about my marriage, I would also be compelled to write about all the garbage
unearthed in my own heart by the marriage. If this book is a hit job, my pride
is the true target.
That is why I wrote this
book. I wanted to strip away the façade I have worked so long to cultivate: in
reality, in literature, in my imagination. My imagination is the real villain
here. I did not write this book for revenge. Books cannot grant you vengeance
against your wife’s lover. That’s what baseball bats are for.
No, I wrote this book to
confess.
I am a needy man…. I have become the kind of man who sits in his
driveway smoking cigarettes in his underwear while waving at moms from the
school around the corner as they drive by and pretend not to see. They know.
They know what happened. They’ve heard.
Thank you, Mr. Key.
Paul Simon has his hand up. Paul?
There is a girl in New
York City
Who calls herself the
human trampoline
And sometimes when I’m
falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I
say
“Whoa, so this is what
she means”
She means we’re bouncing
into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your
heart
Well, everybody sees you’re
blown apart
Everybody feels the wind
blow
Graceland, Graceland
I’m going to Graceland
Thank you, Paul.
Mr. Key, what do you
think of Paul’s description “tumbling in turmoil” and his pilgrimage to
Graceland?
We are highly experienced
at falling off precipices. By this point, I’m willing to try anything, even
paying a stranger to ask questions neither of us wants to answer.
The human heart is a
terrain that cannot be mapped by reason alone. Virtue cannot solve the riddle
of marriage. All I really know is this: the most powerful force in the universe
is love and the strangest is forgiveness. I will never fully understand either…
What is forgiveness but
burying the dead and being okay with it? What can be more impossible and
necessary in this life?
They say God doesn’t keep
a grade book, and I’m trying to throw mine away. “Love keeps no record of
wrongs,” we hear so often in wedding ceremonies, and we smile like fools.
But there’s another verse
that seems much clearer to me. It’s in the book of Proverbs, which says, “All
the days of the afflicted are evil, but he that is of a merry heart hath a
continual feast.”
Laughter can sometimes
feel impossible when you have so much hurt to remember. Finishing this book
will, I think, help me do the forgetting. Here, take our memories. Take our
story. Let it do in you what stories do. I want to be done with it.
“Angels can fly because
they can take themselves lightly.” - G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy (the book’s
epigraph)
Thank you, Mr. Key. Good luck with your book. I admire it.
At the conclusion of this
interview, Don Henley took the stage and performed his hit song “Heart of the Matter.”
The audience stood and sang along. As did Mr. Harrison and I. We sang our
hearts out.
The more I know, the less
I understand
All the things I thought
I knew
I’m learning again
I’ve been tryin’ to get
down
To the heart of the
matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to
scatter
But I think it’s about
Forgiveness, forgiveness
Even if, even if
You don’t love me any more