Art of Racing in the Rain-Garth Stein

The concept: “When a dog is finished living his lifetimes as a dog, his next incarnation will be as a man.” Not all dogs. Only those who are ready. Enzo, a shepherd-poodle-terrier mix, is ready.

Enzo has spent years watching daytime TV, mostly documentaries and the Weather Channel (It’s “not about weather, it is about the world”). And because Denny Swift, his owner, is a mechanic who’s training to race cars, he and Enzo watch countless hours of race footage. So Enzo knows about the world beyond the Swift home near Seattle.

The situation is equally appealing: Enzo is old, facing death. While he has learned from racing movies to forget the past and live in the moment, this is his time to remember. And he can remember objectively — as a dog, his senses are sharper, his emotions less complicated. With the clarity of a Buddha, Enzo can see. And he can listen: “I never interrupt, I never deflect the conversation with a comment of my own.” So he’s quite the knowing narrator.

And then the story: a happy family, brimming with good feeling and ambitious dreams. Denny loves Enzo like a son. Denny loves his wife Eve, who works for a big retail company that “provided us with money and health insurance.” And Denny lives for Zoe, their daughter. Then Enzo smells something bad happening in Eve — the dog is always the first to know — and you start to brace yourself. But not enough, not nearly enough. Bad things happen to good people in this novel, and then worse things, and soon you are so angry, so hurt, so tear-stained and concerned that you do not think for one second to step back and say, hey, wait, this is just a story! A shaggy dog story, at that!

It works out. This is fiction, of course it works out. Not without cost to the characters and the reader. But the payoff is considerable — a story that commands you to keep going, ideas that are a lot smarter than the treacle Garth Stein could have served up.

“How difficult it must be to be a person.” Enzo nails that. “To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live.” Who wouldn’t? “Racing is about discipline and intelligence, not about who has the heavier foot. The one who drives smart will always win in the end.” And there’s more — yeah, this could be summer reading in progressive high schools some day.

Or you could take a refresher course now in learning how to race in the rain.

Why wait?  I’m not I downloaded the book to my PC.  Great read!

On Dying

I had the opportunity to meet a lady today that has terminal cancer and has been given about two months to live. I was there to do a “therapeutic clean” for her. It was one of the things that she wanted done before she died. A friend asked if I would help and of course I did.

She is a quite thin woman that shows the signs of a rough battle with cancer. Her hair sparsely covering her head, her walk slow and deliberate. She decided a few months ago to give up the chemotherapy treatments and go for quality instead of quantity. How could one debate her decision? She was sick 24 hours a day for several days after the treatments. Her life consisted of trips back and forth to the bathroom vomiting. She now says she feels better and has more energy. As I cleaned, her day consisted of several trips to the bathroom and rotating around her home from the computer to the television to laying down. Something tickled her on the TV, it was nice to hear her laugh out loud.

As I worked I wandered what it would feel like to know that I only had two months of this journey left. How would I spend my time? Would there be a sense of relief knowing that my suffering had a predicted end? Would I want to be alone or would I want people around me?

We all know that we are going to die that is life’s only guarantee but most of us don’t have the privilege of knowing a time frame.

So, the age-old question: If this were your last day what resentments are you harboring that you need to release? What would you do and say differently? What does this last day look like? Feel like?

Live this day as if it were your last…. For one day it will be!