I was listening the NPR “All things considered” yesterday and I heard Ben Dolnick narrate his amazing essay titled “Bittersweet Anticipation” I thought it was so great that I needed to find it and share it here. I like Ben’s narrative style and I find this essay to be truthful and beautifully written. I hope you enjoy it! Sending you all love and best wishes 🙂
Lately, just in time for Christmas, I’ve discovered that I’ve been acting in a play. A kind of holiday pageant, really. Working title: Things Are Always Better Before You Have Them.
Act One: I learn about the existence of something I want. Say, a book. (Ooh, a book of letters between William Maxwell and Eudora Welty!)
Act Two: I add the book to my Amazon wish list, which I proceed to circulate shamelessly to my family.
Act Three: I receive the object, put it on my nightstand and forget about it — at least until the following Christmas; possibly forever.
This plot, now that I’ve become aware of it, seems to play as central a role in my life as the ticking-time-bomb plot does in 24. I see it in the eagerness with which I await the cheerful ding of a new email message and then the speed with which it joins the un-bolded others. I see it in the crisp promise of a newly arrived magazine, soon to join the rumpled stack on the coffee table. I see it in the meal, sizzling in the waiter’s hands, mere minutes from becoming a lukewarm and poorly chosen heap on my plate.
I seem to spend disturbing quantities of my life arcing from anticipation to indifference (with a fleeting, occasional stop at fulfillment), and, now that I’ve recognized this trajectory, I find myself madly envious of the people who’ve managed to escape it.
What have these people done, after all, if not placed Amazon orders that will never be subject to the indignity of arrival? What better place to take up residence than in a paradise that can never be invaded by pesky reality?
Maybe Amazon should, it occurs to me, open a new warehouse devoted entirely to losing packages, leaving customers in a permanent state of anticipation. And maybe Rick Perry should hold a press conference at which he announces his intention to withdraw from the race so as to resume considering whether to enter. Nothing is so perfect as that which never gets to be experienced, and nothing is so alluring as the thought that the next job, the next book, the nextpresident is finally going to be the souffle that doesn’t fall between the oven and the table.
Maybe monk-hood really is the best solution. Or, barring that, a pledge to let myself be surprised on Christmas, to cast my wish list overboard. In the meantime, though, have you heard about this new Cook’s Illustrated cookbook? It’s supposed to be amazing.