Novels gave you a completely false idea about life, they told lies and they implied there were endings when in reality there were no endings, everything just went on and on and on.
Jackson ponders: “If it was Marlee and he had to decide — dead or missing for ever — which would he choose?”
It’s the same dilemma bugging me as I impatiently wait for the individual and collective fates of Niamh, Laura, Olivia, and Michelle to unravel. It’s the same question I grapple with the entire time I am hooked on Kate Atkinson’s effortlessly fascinating “Case Histories”.
If it was my own mother or any one of my sisters and nieces, I would probably just think of them missing. That way I can think of them being in a better place — happy, loved, and cared for. I can imagine the best things for them. Whereas knowing will leave no room, not much at least, for imaginings.
At the same time, like Jackson, I don’t even want to think any thing untoward happening to them. I can’t bear to imagine it, because doing so may be tempting fate.
Postscript: Kate mentions the Philippines as the possible location for sweatshops where T-shirts in size ‘8-10 yrs’ are manufactured by 8-10 year old factory workers. Reminds me of the seven-hour Kentex Fire in Valenzuela City, which claimed the lives of seventy two footwear factory workers a few weeks ago.