The best novella I know is “Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption” by Stephen King. It was made into a brilliant movie, but the novella is even better.
It’s about hope. I talk a lot about hope, mostly in ambivalent ways. But perhaps I am coming to some conclusions. Perhaps there are different kinds of hope, like mushrooms, some that are truffles and some that will kill you dead.
“Shawshank” is the most comprehensive, brutal, joyful examination I’ve ever read of the different kinds of hope. The hope like a rattlesnake you keep insisting makes a really good pet until it bites you hard and then coils away looking for its next meal. The hope that is indistinguishable from fear. The hope that relies on magical thinking, if only… And there is the hope that is the first cousin of will, that sees you to the end of a long hard road.
When I was learning to swim, the instructor would step back ten feet from where I clung to the edge of the pool, and hold out his arms, and smile: swim to me, he would say, and I would throw myself out and gasp and thrash and paddle like hell, and he would step back and back and back, and I had to keep going. But he was always there at the end. That is perhaps the only hope that has ever really done me any good, the hope that makes me willing to keep swimming because there will be something at the end that is risk rewarded, that is safety and triumph and relief and a new kind of knowledge of myself and the world. Not if only, but rather if I do…
Dear Red,
If you’re reading this, then you’re out. One way or another, you’re out. And if you’ve followed along this far, you might be willing to come a little further. I think you remember the name of the town, don’t you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels. Meanwhile, have a drink on me — and do think it over. I will be keeping an eye out for you. Remember that hope is a good thing, Red, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well.
I didn’t read that letter in the field [… ] I went back to my room and read it there, with the smell of old men’s dinners drifting up the stairwell to me — Beefaroni, Rice-a-Roni, Noodle Roni. You can be that whatever the old folks of America, the ones on fixed incomes, are eating tonight, it almost certainly ends in roni.
I opened the envelope and read the letter and then I put my head in my arms and cried. With the letter there were twenty new fifty-dollar bills.
And here I am in the Brewster Hotel, technically a fugitive from justice again — parole violation is my crime. No one’s going to throw up any roadblocks to catch a criminal wanted on that charge, I guess — wondering what I should do now.
I have this manuscript. I have a small piece of luggage about the size of a doctor’s bag that holds everything I own. I have nineteen fifties, four tens, a five, three ones, and assorted change. I broke one of the fifties to buy this tablet of paper and a deck of smokes.
Wondering what I should do.
But there’s really no question. It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living or get busy dying.
–from “Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption” by Stephen King
I sent Nicola a joke about hope to “I’m Afraid of Americans”. Read it if you want to. And you know that I believe you can seldom go wrong with Steven King. There was inspired casting for the movie, but I read the novella first. It was funny, inspiring, gut wrenching and just plain great. There are other four letter words, but hope is the most intense.
I love it when you talk about hope. This time I think Iâm in total agreement. Itâs not that some of us have different definitions of hope, but that there are different kinds of hope. Having hope that my efforts will be rewarded is necessary for me. And if I donât get exactly what Iâm hoping for as a result of my sweat and risk, knowing that I gave it my best effort is part of what makes that failure acceptable for me. Helps me move on to the next thing.
While I need that personal sort of hope for my own life, I also think about the hope that encompasses the world at large. Hope for a better world as well as our place in it. Either way, itâs something we have to work for. Your VP comments after the last presidential election is definitely worth a read again.
And since I have Harvey Milk on the brain, how about this quote from him: âI know that you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. And you, and you, and you⦠Youâve gotta give em hope.â
Hope doesnât just happen in a vacumn; we have to create it by standing up and taking action. Maybe just by thinking something, or saying something out loud, or by loving someone we can generate hope. Hope not only for ourselves, but for others as well. Sometimes we need a little hope from our friends. Itâs contagious.
Thanks for spreading yours around. Guess I better go get busy.
I need some hope. I lost my girlfriend and my dog to hurricane Ike.
No, they aren’t dead; her house got flooded in Baytown, TX and I helped box her things (650 boxes!) and she had to move to Tyler TX. I live in Houston. It’s 210 miles away. (:( We have been together for 11 years. She now lives with her Mom in Tyler. I haven’t worked since Sept. of 2008, just before the hurricane. I miss my girlfriend and my border collie named Daisy. I need Hope. St. Paul says all we need are Faith, Hope, and Love. But Love is the greatest of these. Cor. 13:13 I love to quote Paul.
But now I have no Love. She’s gone. I miss her so. And she’s a beautiful person by the way. Inside and out. What do I do ? I’m out of a job, I’ve lost my girl and my dog and I don’t have a job. Where’s my hope ? Where ? Please help. Paul
Paul, I’m really sorry you are having a hard time. I wish that I had a crystal ball and could see the future, and tell you how to get to a better place. If you can’t move to Tyler to be with your girlfriend and your dog, then I hope you will find the strength to hang on to your love for them until you can all get through this and be together again.
Sometimes hope is just the ability to endure in spite of everything. That kind of hope is in us and in the people who love us. Hope is a verb — it’s something we do, not something we get. At least, that’s how it has always worked for me.
That’s not a very easy answer, and I’m sorry, but it’s what is true for me. I can’t always hope every minute of the bad days, and so in those minutes I just hang on. I hope you’ll hang on too.