Doris GrumbachReseñas

When she was twenty-seven years old, writer Doris Grumbach had an epiphany. It was as if God were right there beside her, and she had a “feeling of peace so intense that it seemed to expand into ineffable joy.” After this fleeting moment, Grumbach became determined to recapture what she had felt. The Presence of Absence is the story of her fifty-year search.

Grumbach is an open-minded and skilled seeker, and she writes candidly of the people she has met along the way. She details how she lost her path after decades of going to her Protestant church and writes of her turn to personal spirituality. In her quest to find God, she encounters a multitude of philosophies and gives all of them their due. She reads the works of Thomas Merton and Simone Weil, seeks the advice of her seminary-attending daughter, and studies the Psalms. Despite the setbacks of disease, injury, and ego, Grumbach perseveres in her pursuit of beauty and proof in the absence.

Book got on my nerves. Felt like it was one of those books where people give up something, usually for a year (buying things from China, TV, etc) and then write a book. But she didn't try very hard since she moves to rural Maine for 50 days (around 6 weeks, duh!) but still listens to music, the radio, goes to church, answers the door, picks up neighbors on the road, goes to the store.. and also gets letters from friends and family. Many of us were much more isolated during the pandemic.

A charming and thoughtful little book in which nothing much happens but we get a detailed look into the inner life of this self-styled iconoclast and admitted introvert and grump. Grumbach was almost 77 when she wrote this and very conscious of aging. She's still around and will turn 103 in two weeks. One of my favorite authors. Happy birthday, Doris.

- Tim Bazzett, author of the memoir, BOOKLOVER

The book was interesting and had several passages with observations that were worth of further reflection. At times her observations were clothed in more drama than the actual experience may have deserved. Then again it was her experience and who am I to judge? I'm glad I read the short book.

A memoir by Doris Grumbach, written the year she turned 70, which I think was 1988. It was published in 1991. It's rather gloomy, mainly because so many of her friends were dying of AIDS at that time, and she was feeling her age. I looked her up to see how long she lasted - still alive at 98, according to Wikipedia, in a retirement home in Pennsylvania.

'm not sure why I bothered to finish this, except that it was easy to read. I am rather bemused by Grumbach's decision (with her companion) to buy a house in Maine in her 70th year. I don't think I'd take on a house, especially one in need of renovation, in a small town, at that age. But by the end of the rather lugubrious story, the new house seems to buoy her spirits.

50 days alone
"loneliness is the poverty of self — solitude is the richness of self." —

Faced with a rare opportunity to experiment with solitude, Doris Grumbach decided to live in her coastal Maine home without speaking to anyone for fifty days. The result is a beautiful meditation about what it means to write, to be alone, and to come to terms with mortality.

THE LADIES, by Doris Grumbach.

I've been reading Doris Grumbach's books for well over twenty years now, but up until now only her non-fiction - memoirs and essays - her thoughts on life, ageing and death are fascinating. Her two memoirs, COMING INTO THE END ZONE and EXTRA INNINGS, are particular favorites of mine.

And now there's this book, a novel based on real historical characters. Lady Eleanor Butler and the Honorable Sarah Ponsonby, two 'well-born' Irish gentlewomen who fall in love. So yes, it's that kind of a story, but it is, unquestionably, a love story. Butler is sixteen years older than Sarah, and definitely the 'strong' one of the couple. Grumbach, who has done her research on this rather famous couple, the "Ladies of Llangollen." Defying societal and religious mores, the couple 'elopes,' wandering for nearly a year, before settling down at their "New Place" farm in rural Wales where they became famous for their unusual and sequestered life, and came to entertain some of the important people of their time - William Wordsworth, Sir Walter Scott, the Duke of Wellington and others. They remained together for nearly fifty years, making their own rules and living their own quiet lives.

As Eleanor put it, "We'll live together as married persons do. We'll live and love as they do. Love has no sex, my dearest ... You belong to me. I am yours."

Book lovers, and collectors, a favorite novel for both was Rousseau's LA NOUVELLE HELOISE. Eleanor could relate, and explained it thusly -

"We must understand the story in two ways. First, that true love, like Julie's for Saint-Preur, like Wolmer's for Julie, and Claire's for Saint-Preur, like Heloise's for Abelard ... like ours, endures over all obstacles placed in its way by customs and rules. And then that society's views of true love are stiflingly narrow, and always in terms of marriage ..."

What the two of them had, Eleanor declared, was "natural love." Whatever the two women had, it was a devoted and lasting relationship and Grumbach breathes life back into this odd pair these hundreds of years later.

THE LADIES, first published in 1984, was considered, I believe, a kind of groundbreaking novel of lesbian literature. It is also a beautifully-written story - of two people who defied convention and made a life for themselves. I enjoyed it. Highly recommended.

I experimented in February 2009 with the idea of reading a short novel a day -- after all, February is the shortest month of the year! Fifty Days of Solitude was one of my least favorites of the books I read during that month. Grumbach set herself up to experience fifty days alone, without contact with another human being, to see what she would learn. But there is something immensely false about her solitude, as she herself acknowledges several times: she knows it will come to an end, and she has the opportunity to end it at any time she chooses. In fact, she must deliberately avoid human contact (such as by attending church, but sneaking in late and sneaking out early, so as to avoid other parishioners). She is no hermit in the wilderness, but a woman who has chosen to close the doors on her cozy home and hole up with her opera recordings and her books. She seems to discover nothing, really, except that she got lonely. No surprise there. If you really want to know about the creativity that solitude can bring, or the depression and loneliness, read May Sarton: Plant Dreaming Deep for the former (it's an ecstatic book, absolutely a transcendent journal) or Journal of a Solitude for the latter.

A little misleading - she still went to church twice a week, shopped, even picked up her neighbor on the way into the village. Not true solitude, but still a reflective time.

A sweet old fashioned lesbian love story.

This is a good book mitigated by Grumbach spending only 50 days in solitude -- like that's some big deal. Still, she has some interesting thoughts.