Sunday, January 23, 2011

Remembering Reynolds Price


I do not remember how I came across Reynolds Price's memoir A Whole New Life: An Illness and a Healing. I remember on the book cover I saw Price sitting in a wheelchair. Price had an incurable illness--a 10-inch long malignant tumor wrapping around his spinal cord. He was 51 then, a well-known novelist and writer, who wrote about the South.

What impressed me most was Price's lack of self-pity. After several surgeries and dozens of radiation treatments, he survived, but was left paralyzed from the waist down. He was constantly in pain and sought hypnosis to ease his discomfort. At the end of the book, he said that he had hoped he would have learned earlier not so much to cure the illness, but to live with it.

Price continued to write despite his illness. I always wonder how these people could be so productive even when they suffered so much. Edward W. Said was shaking all over as a result of the treatment for his leukemia, yet he persisted to write his memoir Out of Place. Price would finish three memoirs before he died of heart attack at 77 on Jan. 20, 2011.

"Writing is a fearsome but grand vocation--potentially healing but likewise deadly," he told the Paris Review. He would not trade it for anything.

Price left behind a treasure showing how he worked: Learning A Trade: A Craftsman's Notebook, 1955-1997. If you think writing a novel is just imagination and not a lot of work, this book would surely change your mind.

Price was an "unchurched" Christian. He has long been dissatified with the church. He said the church has not spoken prophetically against racism and against poverty. As a gay man, Price found himself at olds with the teachings of the church on homosexuality. He called his faith "outlaw Christianity."

I have not read his books in which he discussed Christianity, such as Letter to a Godchild: Concerning Faith and Three Gospels. His colleague at Duke University for 30 years and EDS alumus Bruce B. Lawrence spoke highly of him, saying that Price's imaginative retelling of the gospels has opened up new horizons.

Although I have never met him, I hope he will rest in peace, knowing that many of his readers mourn his death.

1 comment:

  1. Bruce B. Lawrence wanted to post this, but he could not do it, so I post for him.

    Hi Pui Lan
    The start of a new week brings back the pain and loss of last week. Reynolds Price died, but his spirit, like his imaginative generosity, lives.
    My wife and I are privileged to go to a church that is also an inclusive community of artists, prisoners on furlough, out of luck folk and the rest of us who can claim good luck, whether with health, work, family or all three.
    Reynolds Price came to our church twice when I was in the pews and not at the altar trying, in the words of Alcuin, to 'worthily magnify His Holy Name'.
    Reynolds read from the Gospel of Mark, his favorite of the four canonical choices.
    One felt drawn into the story of Jesus as though it were just unfolding, the end uncertain, the mystery gripping, the pathos near unbearable.
    Reynolds also gave as an inscribed copy of his separately printed, The Honest Account of a Memorable Life -- an Apocryphal Gospel.(1994). He wrote: "For Bruce and miriam, with warm good hopes always, from Reynolds".
    The 'warm good hopes' flowed from his pen, and his heart, in cheerful abundance. The angels have found a new companion. In his Father's house are many mansions, and Reynolds, I am sure, is tinkering with verse in the one that has doors open for all to experience for eternity the warm good hopes of this writerly, unchurched saint.

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