I Heard There Was a Secret Chord that David Played, and It Pleased the Lord

What are your favorite sounds?

Here are some of mine: Orchestras tuning up. Rain on the roof of a parked car. Bagpipes. Walking through autumn leaves. Thunderstorms.

I'm home again; I got home just in time for tropical storm Fay. I spent Thursday through Saturday listening to some pretty dramatic sounds, torrential rain and scary bursts of wind, as Fay crawled her way across northeast Florida. On Friday morning, Cordelia called me. "We just moved our cars to higher ground," she said. (Cordelia lives about six blocks from me and only one block from the St John's River, which was flooding.) "Want to come over for waffles?"

I looked out the window. Rain poured from the sky and half a palm tree was floating down the street. I said, "I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Well, at the very least," she said, "you need to come see the river. It's almost up to our street and it has waves like the ocean. And soon it'll be high tide!"

Here's the thing: a few years back, I wrote a leveled reader about storm safety for a grade school social studies program. "Do not, under any circumstances," I wrote, "go outside during a flood to watch the water rising. The majority of people who drown during floods are sightseers." I remember thinking to myself, God, people are stupid. They're dying of stupidity, not floodwater.

Well, now I get it. People are stupid. I'm stupid. Honestly, how could I not go to see the river?

Not owning galoshes, I concocted a pair of garbage bag boots, on the theory that it was one thing to risk being drowned and another altogether to offer myself up to the whims of flesh-eating bacteria. Then I armed myself with my sparkly purple iridescent umbrella and marched outside, making my way down the middle of the street, because instinct told me that it would be the clearest route for pedestrians. Trucks wound their way slowly around me. The rain pounded down and the water was high. Gusts of wind blew so strongly that I began to be fearful for my sparkly purple iridescent umbrella, which happens to be one of my favorite possessions. Deciding I'd rather get wet than risk breaking my favorite umbrella, I closed it, and soldiered on. A few minutes later I noticed -- and honestly, for the sake of my self-respect, I almost wish I hadn't noticed -- that while I was ploughing down the middle of the street, winding through traffic, water above my shins, the sidewalks to either side were high and dry.

Let me just make sure you have this picture straight: It is pouring rain. I am cradling a closed umbrella to my chest protectively, much as one might do with an injured child. I am wading heroically through water to my knees, trucks cautiously inching around me, despite perfectly serviceable sidewalks to either side. And I have garbage bags duct-taped to both of my legs. Any of you who've read Graceling and imagined that its author possesses the skills or attitudes of its protagonist should now be relieved of your misapprehensions.

When I got to the river, yes, wow, the river was not where it was supposed to be -- or rather, it was where it was supposed to be, but it was other places, too, and rearing like a demon dragon and spitting backwash onto Cordelia's street, and I decided that there was no way I was getting anywhere close enough to it for it to drown me. I waded down Cordelia's sidewalk (hers was not dry) and arrived at her door in a desolate state. Both of my garbage bag boots had sprung leaks. But Cordelia and Joe gave me towels and dressed me up all warm and made comforting pronouncements about how I was the last gal on earth who would ever catch the eye of a flesh-eating bacterium, and sat me down with the remote for the TiVo and made me waffles while I watched the Olympics and the water rose outside. The TiVo was lovely. The waffles were delicious. And by the time I left, I was much more prepared for the journey in than I'd been for the journey out, on account of this time I was wearing double garbage bag boots, with grocery bag socks, and I knew to keep to the sidewalks. See? We make mistakes so that we will learn.

I got home, curled up with a blanket and some tea, and didn't go out again until Saturday evening, by which time the storm had passed. Trees were down everywhere, and lots of trash was lying around, left behind by the river. Good on you, river, for throwing up all that plastic and styrofoam and crappy crap. If only I could believe you got rid of all the trash in your belly. How does so much trash get into our river?

Today it's still raining, on and off, but the birds are chirping again, and the saws are buzzing as people dig out from under fallen trees. It's been a big weekend for big sounds, and for curling up with books and writing and music.

Here are some lovely things I've been listening to besides stormy weather:
  • Brahms' Requiem, which my father gave to me, knowing how much I love Mozart's Requiem. Ein Deutsches Requiem, Op. 45, the Chicago Symphony Orchestra version, directed by James Levine, with Kathleen Battle and Håkan Hagegård.
  • The Into the Wild soundtrack, songs written and performed by Eddie Vedder -- acoustic strings and his wonderful voice. Super! (And check out the movie, too.)
  • All Things Bright and Beautiful, by James Herriot, read by Christopher Timothy (who played James Herriot on the old TV show All Creatures Great and Small). Do you know these books? Herriot was a farm veterinarian in Yorkshire in the 1930s and 40s and wrote the most wonderful stories about his experiences.... and Christopher Timothy does a marvelous job performing them. They're especially good for listening to on airplanes. No doubt my airplane neighbors are puzzled to find me weeping one minute, and shouting with laughter the next.
What are you listening to?

(Btw, my title is from the song "Hallelujah," written by Leonard Cohen and covered a gazillion times. I am partial to the Jeff Buckley version. Also, Kirkus gave Graceling a star, woot woot!)


Anonymous said…
Have you ever seen the BBC show of all creatures great and small? Christopher Timothy is James Herriot, and there's also an old doctor who as Tristan (is that his right name?). It was my parents' favourite sunday night TV when I was little...

Your storms sound incredible!
Anonymous said…
"Hallelujah" is one of those songs that is really hard to mess up. I like the Rufus Wainwright and John Cale versions, too. I keep meaning to check out other Leonard Cohen songs, but I feel like his voice sounds a lot like those chainsaws I've been hearing so much of in the past few days.
Tia Nevitt said…
Hello from a fellow Jacksonvillian! I had a rather uneventful time with Fay. We didn't even lose power. But I do believe this was the longest tropical storm I ever lived through.

You might be amused at my "review" of the storm I wrote at Fantasy Debut. Just check my profile.
Amanda said…
Yay for another starred review! And for intrepidly braving the storm! Now, when are you going to put your book's trailer on here...?
Anonymous said…
I grew up in hurricane/tropical storm territory and I can relate. I always enjoyed getting out of school and stomping up river-like streets (obviously I didn’t get your reader), but I don’t miss the power outages.

And you're right - the sound is amazing! It always made me feel insignificant in a very good way.

By the way, congratulations on all of the raving Graceling reviews! I can’t wait to buy my hardcover in October. Are you planning to do any signings or tours? Inquiring minds want to know. :o)

Ever enjoying your blog - EM
NoGrandmother said…
I'm also partial to the Jeff Buckley version of "Hallelujah." Did you know that the Leonard Cohen version has umpty-bajillion verses?

I have been listening to the Olympics. And at work I have several Pandora stations set up: one is folk-rock (Runrig, Oysterband, Jethro Tull) for when I'm simply inputting changes and don't need to think; one is Singing Folksy Ladies (Loreena McKennitt, Kate Rusby, Connie Devon) for when I don't mind a little intrusion (aka bending over my Levenger editor's desk but actually thinking about something different); and one called "soft" that is a weird mix of stuff like Qntal and Dead Can Dance plus Thomas Tallis plus Anonymous 4, which keeps my monkey mind busy while I'm working.

I love the sound of rain on a tin roof, baby giggles, the sound in Star Wars when Obi-Wan Kenobi turns off the tractor beam, and ocean waves.
Anonymous said…
A comment about how great the Brahms Requiem is obviously redundant, but I'm leaving one anyway.

One of the great things about it is how unlike the Mozart Requiem (or any Requiem based on the Latin Requiem mass text) it is. By selecting his own text, Brahms was able to create a secular Requiem with far more empathy for the mourner than the Latin text provides. No other Requiem has the opportunity for something like the Fifth movement, with the soprano solo supported by the chorus just wrapping the listener in comfort.

And that is just one of many great musical moments in the piece. I can (and do) go on at length about all the amazing things Brahms does in his Requiem.

The chorus I sing in is performing it next Spring. I'm very excited.
Kristin Cashore said…
Alex -- I loved that show as a kid. Tristan was the younger brother and Siegfried the older, I think (wasn't the joke that their parents were obsessed with Wagner?). I watched it every Sunday, too!

Aimee, I agree about Leonard Cohen. He writes wonderful lyrics but then manages to mess them up himself... :o) Tia, I did enjoy your review, heh heh... Amanda -- I'll just wink at you. ;)

E.M., I have a local signing planned in October but nothing else is set up at this point -- I think we're in a holding pattern, waiting to see what unfolds. I'll certainly blog about upcoming things as they happen, though! And I hope to add info to my contacts page soon about how people can order signed copies from my local bookstore, if anyone wants to...

Mrmorse, I appreciate your insight into the Requiem -- this is the sort of stuff I love to hear educated people talk about. My own musical education is limited to 8 years of piano and one college class on Beethoven (and, of course, a lifetime of listening to music and to my father talk about music). That's not nothing, but it's obviously not always enough to appreciate all the intricacies of what I'm hearing...

Anyway, I'm going to listen to the 5th movement with especial attention next time!

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