By Peter Trachtenberg
From “a real American Dostoevsky” (The Washington Post): a stunning, humorous, bittersweet exploration of the mysteries of dating, either human and animal.
When his favourite cat Biscuit is going lacking, Peter Trachtenberg units out to discover her. the adventure takes him seven hundred miles and lots of years into his past-- into the background of his relationships with cats and the historical past of his courting together with his spouse F., who may possibly herself be at the verge of disappearing. What ensues is a piece that remembers commute narratives from The superb trip to W. G. Sebald’s The earrings of Saturn. Trachtenberg ponders the mysteries of pussycat intelligence (why do cats rating worse on a few exams than pigeons?), the origins in their domestication, their bad therapy throughout the heart a while. He additionally appears on the riddle of why any folks loves whom we adore and the entire unexpected areas to which that devotion leads us.
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Maybe it was because she was still young and hadn’t perfected the tactics that would make her so hard to medicate later on. I thought of this as being somehow indicative of her character, of its forthrightness and stalwartness. We don’t consider these feline qualities—if anything, you’d call them canine qualities—but intelligent animals often display traits that seem alien to their species. Think of those aloof dogs that don’t even prick up an ear when a visitor makes an entrance. Think of horses that stay imperturbable in the midst of cannon fire.
But most of the credit is Biscuit’s. She was so easygoing. When the other cats approached her carrier, she rubbed against the gate and purred. Nobody purred back, but nobody struck at her either, and within a week the new arrival was eating with the older residents and calmly touching noses with them when they met on the stairs. She had health problems, starting with the copious wet sneezing. A small raised bump on her neck became an open 0738215266-text_Layout 1 8/24/12 10:06 AM Page 21 Another Insane Devotion 21 sore that made you wince with pity and disgust.
We looked at each other. Her eyes were blue but looked black because of her makeup. I don’t remember whether F. was down in the city that night. She may have been traveling. Regardless of where she was, she’d put no pressure on me to come home and would be unlikely to question me too closely even if I were to walk in while the neighborhood parents were seeing their kids off to preschool in the street below. This reticence is one of her most attractive features, and also one of her most unnerving.
Another Insane Devotion: On the Love of Cats and Persons by Peter Trachtenberg