Nanaville By Anna Quindlen
In the short time that she has been a grandmother, Anna Quindlen has learned many things. But most of all, she’s learned to butt out.
“Hang back,” she warns readers of “Nanaville,” a collection of witty and thoughtful essays about the stage of life she entered at 64, when her elder son, Quin, and his wife, Lynn, had a baby, Arthur. No matter how tempted you are to dispense to your children what you think is wisdom and to correct what you think are their mistakes, you must, at all costs, resist — or risk banishment from your grandchildren’s lives. “Be warned: Those who make their opinions sound like the Ten Commandments see their grandchildren only on major holidays and in photographs.”
Quindlen, the best-selling novelist and former New York Times columnist, speaks from a position of privilege, as she admits. Unlike millions of other American grandparents, she isn’t needed to raise, house or nanny her grandkids, nor is she needed to support them or their parents financially. Unneeded, she must make herself wanted.
Her quest to do so is often amusing and sometimes poignant. Early on, while Quin is traveling for work, she takes charge of Arthur for a night to relieve her exhausted daughter-in-law. The baby awakens at 2 a.m., whereupon she feeds, burps and rocks him. “He is warm and somehow companionable; it feels as though we are the only two people awake in the big city.” But when she returns him to his cradle — on his back, as his pediatrician and his parents require — he protests loudly, and she fears he’ll rouse Lynn, who’s sleeping in a nearby room.
[ Read Lesley Stahl’s essay “Grandbabies: The Great Reward for Aging.” ]
So she brings him into bed with her and places him on his stomach, the way she used to do with his father. Limbs splayed, head turned to the side, he dozes off. But this creates a quandary for Quindlen. Flip him over and he’ll wake up. Call it a night and, according to a consensus that she finds less than convincing but doesn’t dare breach, he could suffocate, both because he’s on his tummy and in her bed.
Don’t expect a tell-all, however. While Quindlen’s tone is often self-deprecating, most of the faults she bares, such as her “dirty mouth,” are more like lovable quirks. And Quin and Lynn come across as such perfect parents that, as a mother with indisputable flaws, I struggled to relate to them — even though I sympathized with Quindlen’s impulse to protect their privacy and her access to their son.
Still, “Nanaville” serves up enough vivid anecdotes and fresh insights — about childhood, about parenthood, about grandparenthood and about life — to make for a gratifying read.
[ Paula Span and Anna Quindlen discuss the joys of being a grandparent. ]
“Talking with a small child is like talking to yourself — yourself before you forgot to notice things,” Quindlen proposes. “What evaporates as we age, sadly, is authenticity, that sense of saying your lines for the very first time. When Arthur is running in front of the spray of the hose with his arms outstretched, there is nothing but sensation: the water, the sunshine, the feel of both on his skin. There is no subtext, just text. Just the moment. I suppose the greatest gift we can give to children we love is to make it possible for them to hold on to that for as long as possible.”B:
跑狗图雷锋【余】【晚】【坐】【到】【桌】【子】【一】【边】，【双】【手】【放】【在】【桌】【子】【上】，【一】【手】【支】【着】【她】【的】【脑】【袋】，【一】【手】【闲】【暇】【有】【节】【奏】【的】【敲】【击】【桌】【面】，【有】【些】【出】【神】【的】【看】【着】【青】【龙】【蛟】，【想】【着】【该】【如】【何】【安】【置】【它】： 【这】【货】【总】【要】【晋】【阶】【的】【吧】？【这】【天】【池】【虽】【好】，【可】【惜】【不】【让】【妖】【兽】【接】【近】【啊】。 【青】【龙】【蛟】【被】【余】【晚】【这】【般】【直】【勾】【勾】【的】【盯】【着】【发】【毛】，【立】【马】【开】【口】【打】【破】【这】【沉】【默】【的】【气】【氛】【道】： “【我】【说】【臭】【丫】【头】，【你】【这】【么】【盯】【着】【蛟】【干】【嘛】？
【距】【离】【子】【时】【还】【有】【两】【个】【时】【辰】，【红】【缇】【真】【予】【正】【要】【去】【找】【祁】【藏】【商】【议】【晚】【上】【的】【事】【情】，【然】【而】【令】【他】【没】【想】【到】【的】【是】，【还】【没】【见】【到】【祁】【藏】，【就】【先】【见】【到】【红】【缇】【成】【夏】。 “【你】【怎】【么】【在】【这】【里】？”【红】【缇】【真】【予】【微】【微】【蹙】【眉】，“【长】【老】【让】【你】【来】【的】？” 【红】【缇】【成】【夏】【扯】【了】【扯】【嘴】【角】，【道】，“【你】【总】【是】【让】【他】【们】【操】【心】，【走】【吧】，【回】【去】【了】。” 【红】【缇】【真】【予】【微】【微】【挑】【眉】，“【该】【回】【去】【的】【时】【候】【我】【自】【会】
“【少】【夫】【人】，【您】【等】【辰】【少】【他】【们】【到】……” “【你】【给】【我】【闭】【嘴】，【谁】【说】【他】【已】【经】【死】【了】。” 【顾】【雪】【薇】【根】【本】【接】【受】【不】【了】【这】【个】【事】【实】，【她】【在】【苏】【子】【尧】【跟】【自】【己】【说】【这】【个】【最】【后】【结】【果】【时】，【恨】【不】【得】【立】【刻】【拿】【一】【块】【抹】【布】【堵】【上】【他】【的】【嘴】【巴】，【不】【让】【他】【随】【便】【乱】【说】【话】。 【她】【看】【着】【一】【动】【不】【动】【躺】【在】【沙】【发】【上】【的】【顾】【岩】【峰】，【双】【脚】【就】【像】【突】【然】【被】【钉】【在】【地】【上】【似】【的】，【让】【她】【一】【步】【也】【动】【不】【了】。 【唐】
“【这】【我】【还】【真】【是】【不】【太】【清】【楚】，【一】【墨】【做】【了】【什】【么】【吗】？【这】【真】【是】【太】【不】【好】【意】【思】【了】，【如】【果】【他】【做】【了】【什】【么】【过】【分】【的】【事】【情】，【我】【替】【他】【和】【你】【道】【歉】，【损】【坏】【了】【什】【么】【我】【也】【都】【可】【以】【赔】【偿】。” 【易】【谨】【殊】【早】【想】【到】【了】【曾】【俊】【琦】【一】【定】【会】【护】【着】【自】【家】【儿】【子】，【他】【护】【短】【的】【毛】【病】【可】【是】【从】【小】【就】【有】【的】，【当】【下】【她】【也】【不】【再】【客】【气】，【为】【了】【赵】【盛】，【她】【可】【以】【和】【任】【何】【人】【翻】【脸】：“【赔】【偿】【倒】【是】【不】【必】，【我】【也】【不】【需】【要】跑狗图雷锋【闫】【无】【醉】【的】【办】【公】【室】【他】【可】【来】【过】【很】【多】【次】【了】。【每】【一】【次】【有】【什】【么】【重】【大】【的】【决】【定】【变】【故】【或】【者】【是】【自】【己】【实】【力】【增】【长】，【工】【会】【要】【发】【放】【什】【么】【奖】【励】【都】【是】【在】【这】【里】【进】【行】【的】。 【可】【以】【说】【在】【这】【个】【办】【公】【室】【里】【见】【证】【了】【郭】【峰】【所】【有】【的】【成】【长】。【不】【知】【道】【这】【一】【次】【又】【会】【有】【什】【么】【事】【情】，【而】【且】【看】【闫】【无】【醉】【刚】【刚】【在】【晚】【宴】【上】【略】【有】【心】【事】【的】【表】【情】。【郭】【峰】【觉】【得】【这】【一】【次】【的】【事】【情】【恐】【怕】【没】【有】【这】【么】【简】【单】。 【昨】【天】
【陆】【星】【辰】【在】【离】【开】【辅】【导】【员】【办】【公】【室】【之】【前】，【还】【特】【意】【问】【她】【拿】【了】【张】【衡】【的】【联】【系】【方】【式】，【她】【想】，【她】【应】【该】【抽】【时】【间】【找】【张】【衡】【好】【好】【聊】【一】【聊】。 【她】【默】【默】【在】【心】【底】【组】【织】【了】【一】【遍】【语】【言】，【一】【边】【回】【停】【车】【场】【找】【季】【瑾】【言】，【一】【边】【拨】【打】【他】【的】【电】【话】。 【然】【而】，【不】【管】【她】【打】【了】【多】【少】【次】，【张】【衡】【的】【电】【话】【始】【终】【是】【关】【机】【状】【态】。 【关】【机】，【就】【代】【表】【着】【没】【法】【联】【系】【上】【他】。 【陆】【星】【辰】【皱】【着】【眉】【回】【到】
【一】【切】【的】【源】【头】【都】【在】【兄】【弟】【身】【上】，【找】【到】【他】【询】【问】【一】【切】【原】【由】！ 【再】【度】【离】【开】【的】【解】【封】【双】【手】【握】【拳】，【思】【绪】【难】【以】【平】【静】，【他】【始】【终】【不】【相】【信】【古】【天】【邪】【会】【做】【这】【种】【事】。 【但】【连】【续】【的】【事】【件】【矛】【头】【全】【都】【指】【向】【古】【天】【邪】，【让】【他】【惶】【恐】【不】【安】，【他】【害】【怕】【这】【个】【曾】【经】【与】【他】【多】【次】【生】【死】【与】【共】【的】【好】【友】【变】【成】【了】【他】【完】【全】【不】【认】【识】【的】【模】【样】。 【人】【迹】【罕】【见】【的】【荒】【山】【内】，【古】【天】【邪】【不】【断】【打】【击】【面】【前】【巨】【石】，
【殷】【家】【不】【缺】【门】【路】，【可】【这】【一】【回】，【好】【友】【联】【系】【不】【上】【了】，【门】【让】【人】【堵】【了】，【根】【本】【搭】【不】【出】【来】【一】【条】【出】【去】【的】【梯】【子】。 “【妈】，【这】【事】【儿】【真】【没】【有】【回】【旋】【的】【余】【地】【了】？” 【老】【太】【太】【闭】【目】【养】【神】，【什】【么】【都】【不】【想】【说】。【那】【封】【举】【报】【信】【她】【看】【了】，【除】【非】【上】【面】【写】【的】【不】【是】【事】【实】，【不】【然】【绝】【无】【可】【能】【翻】【案】。 【得】【不】【到】【回】【应】，【她】【边】【上】【围】【着】【的】【人】【都】【没】【忍】【住】，【该】【怨】【的】【怨】，【该】【哭】【的】【哭】，【整】【个】
【潞】【州】【军】【伤】【兵】【营】。 【伤】【兵】【营】【位】【于】【中】【军】【大】【帐】【不】【远】【处】，【是】【除】【了】【中】【军】【大】【帐】【之】【外】【防】【卫】【最】【严】【密】【的】【地】【方】。 【进】【入】【营】【内】，【一】【股】【草】【药】【味】【便】【扑】【面】【而】【来】。 【这】【一】【仗】，【潞】【州】【军】【的】【伤】【亡】【并】【不】【大】，【阵】【亡】【五】【十】【余】【人】，【重】【伤】【近】【百】。 【不】【过】【在】【这】【个】【没】【有】【抗】【生】【素】，【没】【有】【外】【科】【手】【术】【的】【时】【代】，【重】【伤】【基】【本】【上】【都】【等】【同】【于】【阵】【亡】。 【虽】【然】【潞】【州】【军】【已】【经】【开】【始】【普】【及】【外】【伤】【处】