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The boy was so smart, so articulate, so well-read, that I felt
honored to count myself as a member of his family. The Woods had been through
their fair share of turmoil in recent years, but Tom seemed to have weathered
the calamity of his parents' breakupas well as the adolescent storms of his
younger sister, who had rebelled against her mother's second marriage and run
away from home at seventeenwith a sober, reflective, rather bemused attitude
toward life, and I admired him for having kept his feet so firmly on the ground.
He had little or no connection with his father, who had promptly moved to
California after the divorce and taken a job with the Los Angeles Times, and
much like his sister (though in far more muted form) felt no great fondness or
respect for June's second husband. He and his mother were close, however, and
they had lived through the drama of Aurora's disappearance as equal partners,
suffering through the same despairs and hopes, the same grim expectations, the
same never-ending anxieties. Rory had been one of the funniest, most fetching
little girls I have ever known: a whirlwind of sass and bravura, a wiseacre, an
inexhaustible engine of spontaneity and mischief. From the time she was two or
three, Edith and I had always referred to her as the Laughing Girl, and she had
grown up in the Wood household as the family entertainer, an ever more artful
and rambunctious clown. Tom was just two years older than she was, but he had
always looked out for her, and once their father left the picture, his mere
presence had served as a stabilizing force in her life. But then he went off to
college, and Rory went out of controlfirst escaping to New York, and then,
after a brief reconciliation with her mother, vanishing into parts unknown. At
the time of that celebratory dinner for Tom's graduation, she had already given
birth to an out-of-wedlock child (a girl named Lucy), had returned home just
long enough to dump the baby in my sister's lap, and had vanished again. When
June died fourteen months later, Tom informed me at the funeral that Aurora had
recently come back to reclaim the childand had left again after two days. She
didn't show up for her mother's burial service. Maybe she would have come, Tom
said, but no one had known how or where to contact her.
In spite of these family messes, and in spite of losing his
mother when he was only twenty-three, I never doubted that Tom would flourish in
the world. He had too much going for him to fail, was too solid a character to
be thrown off course by the unpredictable winds of sorrow and bad luck. At his
mother's funeral, he had walked around in a dazed stupor, overwhelmed by grief.
I probably should have talked to him more, but I was too stunned and shaken
myself to offer him much of anything. A few hugs, a few shared tears, but that
was the extent of it. Then he returned to Ann Arbor, and we fell out of touch. I
mostly blame myself, but Tom was old enough to have taken the initiative, and he
could have sent me a word whenever he'd chosen to. Or, if not me, then his first
cousin, Rachel, who was also in the Midwest at the time, doing her postgraduate
work in Chicago. They had known each other since infancy and had always gotten
along well, but he made no move in her direction either. Every now and then, I
felt a small twinge of guilt as the years passed, but I was going through a
rough patch of my own (marriage problems, health problems, money problems), and
I was too distracted to think about him very much. Whenever I did, I imagined
him forging ahead with his studies, systematically advancing his career as he
scaled the academic ladder. By the spring of 2000, I was certain he had landed a
job at some prestigious place like Berkeley or Columbiaa young intellectual
star already at work on his second or third book.
From The Brooklyn Follies by Paul Auster. Copyright Paul Auster 2005. All rights reserved. Reproduced by permission of the publisher, Henry Holt.
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