For the Time Being

For the Time Being

by Annie Dillard

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National Bestseller

"Beautifully written and delightfully earthy as it is the truest sense, an eye-opener." —Daily News

From Annie Dillard, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of Pilgrim at Tinker Creek and one of the most compelling writers of our time, comes For the Time Being, her most profound narrative to date. With her keen eye, penchant for paradox, and yearning for truth, Dillard renews our ability to discover wonder in life's smallest—and often darkest—corners.

Why do we exist? Where did we come from? How can one person matter? Dillard searches for answers in a powerful array of images: pictures of bird-headed dwarfs in the standard reference of human birth defects; ten thousand terra-cotta figures fashioned for a Chinese emperor in place of the human court that might have followed him into death; the paleontologist and theologian Teilhard de Chardin crossing the Gobi Desert; the dizzying variety of clouds. Vivid, eloquent, haunting, For the Time Being evokes no less than the terrifying grandeur of all that remains tantalizingly and troublingly beyond our understanding.

"Stimulating, humbling, original—. [Dillard] illuminate[s] the human perspective of the world, past, present and future, and the individual's relatively inconsequential but ever so unique place in it."—Rocky Mountain News

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780375703478
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/28/2000
Edition description: 1 VINTAGE
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 308,677
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.60(d)

About the Author

Annie Dillard lives in Middletown, Connecticut.

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I have in my hands the standard manual of human birth defects. Smith's Recognizable Patterns of Human Malformation, fourth edition, by Kenneth Lyons Jones, M.D., professor of pediatrics at UC-San Diego, 1988, is a volume to which, in conscience, I cannot recommend your prolonged attention. In vivid photographs, it depicts many variations in our human array.

        This photograph shows, for example, the bird-headed dwarfs. They are a brother and sister; they sit side by side on a bed. The boy, a blond, is six years old, says the caption, and the girl, brown-haired, is three. Indeed their smooth bodies and clear faces make them look, at first and second glances, to be six and three years old. Both are naked. They have drawn their legs up to their chests. The camera looks down on them. The girl has a supercilious expression, and seems to be looking down her nose at the camera. Bright children often show this amused and haughty awareness: "And who might you be, Bub?"

         The girl's nose is large, her eyes are large, her forehead recedes a bit, and her jaw is small. Her limbs are thin but not scrawny. Her thoughtful big brother looks quite like her. His nose is big. His eyes are enormous. He gazes off to the side, as if wishing he were somewhere else, or reflecting that this camera session will be over soon. His blond hair, cut rather Frenchily in layers, looks ruffled from playing.

        "Friendly and pleasant," the text says of bird-headed dwarfs; they suffer "moderate to severe mental deficiency." That is, the bird-headed dwarf girl whose face I read as showing amused and haughty awareness may, I hope, have been both aware and amused in her life, but she was likely neither haughty nor bright. The cerebrums of both the boy and the girl are faulty. The cerebrum shows a "simple primitive convolutional pattern resembling that of a chimpanzee." They have only eleven pairs of ribs apiece; they cannot straighten their legs; like many bird-headed dwarfs, they have displaced hips. Others have displaced elbows. "Easily distracted," the text says.

        The stunning thing is the doctor's hand, which you notice at third glance: It shows the children in scale. The doctor's hand props the boy up by cupping his shoulders—both his shoulders—from behind. The six-year-old's back, no longer than the doctor's open hand, is only slightly wider than a deck of cards. The children's faces are the length of the doctor's thumb. These people have, as a lifelong symptom, "severe short stature." The boy is the size of an eleven-month-old infant; the girl is the size of a four-month-old infant. If they live and grow, and get their hips fixed, they can expect to reach a height of about three feet. One bird-headed dwarf lived to be seventy-five years old, no taller than a yardstick.

        And friendly and pleasant, but easily distracted. There is a lot to be said for children who are friendly and pleasant. And you—are you easily distracted yourself, these days?

        If your child were a bird-headed dwarf, mentally deficient, you could carry him everywhere. The bird-headed dwarfs and all the babies in Smith's manual have souls, and they all can—and do—receive love and give love. If you gave birth to two bird-headed dwarfs, as these children's mother did—a boy and a girl—you could carry them both everywhere, all their lives, in your arms or in a basket, and they would never leave you, not even to go to college.

        The Talmud specifies a certain blessing a man says when he sees a person deformed from birth. All the Talmudic blessings begin "Blessed art Thou, O Lord, our God, King of the Universe, who . . .". The blessing for this occasion, upon seeing a hunchback or a midget or anyone else deformed from birth, is "Blessed art Thou, O Lord, our God, King of the Universe, WHO CHANGES THE CREATURES."

        A chromosome crosses or a segment snaps, in the egg or the sperm, and all sorts of people result. You cannot turn a page in Smith's Recognizable Patterns of Human Malformation [[ital]] without your heart pounding from simple terror. You cannot brace yourself. Will this peculiar baby live? What do you hope? The writer calls the paragraph describing each defect's effects, treatment, and prognosis "Natural History." Here is a little girl about two years old. She is wearing a dress with a polka-dot collar. The two sides of her face do not meet normally. Her eyes are far apart, and under each one is a nostril. She has no nose at all, only a no-man's-land of featureless flesh and skin, an inch or two wide, that roughly bridges her face's halves. You pray that this grotesque-looking child is mentally deficient as well. But she is not. "Normal intelligence," the text says.

        Of some vividly disfigured infants and children—of the girl who has long hair on her cheeks and almost no lower jaw, of the three-fingered boy whose lower eyelids look as if he is pulling them down to scare someone, of the girl who has a webbed neck and elbows, "rocker-bottom" feet, "sad, fixed features," and no chin—the text says, "Intelligence normal. Cosmetic surgery recommended."

        Turn the page. What could cosmetic surgery do for these two little boys? Their enormous foreheads bulge like those of cartoon aliens; their noses are tiny and pinched, the size of rose thorns; and they lack brows, lashes, and chins. "Normal intelligence."

        Of God, the kabbalah asserts: Out of that which is not, He made that which is. He carved great columns from the impalpable ether.

        Here is one fine smiling infant. Why is a fine smiling infant pictured in this manual? You must read it. The infant does indeed present the glad sight of a newborn baby, but it will develop oddly. Note the tight fist—the expert in the manual points it out to the attending pediatrician—and observe the tiny pit in the skin just before the ear, or the loose skin at the back of the neck. Observe the "thin sparse hair," "small nose," and subtly small fingernails. What baby, you cry, lacks these features?

        These particular babies look normal, or very, very close to normal—close, but no cigar. "Average IQ 50," the text says, or "30." Of Hurler syndrome babies, who are very short, with claw hands, cloudy corneas, short necks, and coarse features: "These patients are usually placid . . . and often loveable. Death usually occurs in childhood."

        According to Inuit culture in Greenland, a person possesses six or seven souls. The souls take the form of tiny people scattered throughout the body.

        Do you suffer what a French paleontologist called "the distress that makes human wills founder daily under the crushing number of living things and stars"? For the world is as glorious as ever, and exalting, but for credibility's sake let's start with the bad news.

        An infant is a pucker of the earth's thin skin; so are we. We arise like budding yeasts and break off; we forget our beginnings. A mammal swells and circles and lays him down. You and I have finished swelling; our circling periods are playing out, but we can still leave footprints in a trail whose end we do know.

        Buddhism notes that it is always a mistake to think your soul can go it alone.

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For the Time Being 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I think this book may create some very uncomfortable moments for those who are comfortable in their faith. The range of Dillard's reflections is awesome, and embodies her wide span of experience and powers of observation, as well as her gift for powerful prose.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was highly reccomended by well meaning people. I read it looking for wisdom And found it laking. Maybe if I were 20 years old it would have more meaning but at my advanced age I fond little which was new And helpful. I did not like this writer,s style Of jumping around from one subject to another and then back and forth and so on. The points made could have been made a lot sooner with fewer words and ramblings.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The writing in this book was so beautiful, I never wanted it to end.
Guest More than 1 year ago
In this book, Annie Dillard's unconventionality makes the reader either love her writing or hate it. I would have the say that she did go about her writing style in a rather unique and creative way. It certainly did grab my attention, but I became so frustrated with the book when things would not make sense to me. I admire her for being able to take the risk with the reader, being well-aware that she may not be happy with their extreme reactions. However, I guess this is what writing is all about: creating an impact on the reader. I will never forget her book because it was like nothing I have ever read before, and probably will never read in the future. So if you're interested in being challenged and have the ability to control your patience level, I definitely recommend adding this book to your reading collection.
Guest More than 1 year ago
'For The Time Being' is, all at once, a personal journal of Dillard's theological vision and an objective history of the world. It bears no religious barriers, but reaches deep into the readers' minds, like a deep-tissue massage, to bring us into the big picture of who we are, why we are here, and where we came from. I will walk away from it puzzled, refreshed, stimulated, and confounded! It brings out all sorts of troubling theological paradoxes, but at the same time reassures that we humans, in our perceived greatness, can never expect to comprehend the solutions to these paradoxes. It's definitely not a light bedtime read. . .it serves well as an experiment in critical thinking and will leave me changed (for the better) for the rest of my life.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Very few books will change your life; this is one of them.
bordercollie on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
"Then before me in the near distance I saw the earth itself walking, the earth walking dark and aerated as it always does in every season, peeling the light back: The earth was plowing the men under, and the spade, and the plow." This is my 4th reading of the best spiritual book in the world.
mg.isaacs on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Ashamedly, this is the first Dillard book I have read, but reading it definitely affected my reading list. This book should be read more viscerally than cerebrally¿to do otherwise would leave a reader without an impression. This quilting together of science, Judaism, Catholicism, clouds, and stardust is consistent with purpose of the book. It creates a sense of impermanence in the earth¿s ongoing processes and reminds the reader of the human limitation. Dillard's prose finds a profound and subtle way to speak of the cosmos¿at least for the time being.
ebreezy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Have you ever been to the surround theater at Walt Disney World ¿ the one where you stand in an enormous room while majestic vistas are projected in panorama? I remember walking out feeling dizzy. Annie Dillard¿s, For the Time Being, had the same effect. Reading Dillard made me feel infinitesimally small, teetering on the edge of insignificant. She tracks the journey of a grain of sand to a beach, the mass extinction of animals, and inexplicable ¿acts of god¿ challenging my delusions of self importance. I am small. And chances are this period of time I am in is not the most critical of all times as I secretly believe. In fact, does my life matter at all? I had to read the last quarter of the book slowly, digesting each notion, each sentence, and sometimes each word for the beauty and wonder. And though there are universes in every phrase, I did not find her ideas of God to align with my worldview. I do not agree that ¿God is out of the physical loop¿ or ¿God¿s hands are tied;¿ however, Dillard made me think about my existence and perhaps, adjusted my inflated view of self importance.An excellent read for the quirky awe she inspires.
the_darling_copilots on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
For the Time Being is a carefully crafted assemblage of stories, facts, and spiritual and philosophical musings, which builds in impact over the course of the book until, by the end, the total effect is astounding. Even when musing in a desultory way about her most abstract and complicated topics, her writing is so clear that she is simply pointing at something right in front of you. This one will stay with me.
ecevans on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A wondrous journey through birth and death and everything in between. Part sociology, part biology, part existential discovery. She manages to talk about a "god" without actually saying so and leaves you wondering if you even need to care.
AaronB on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the book I would save in a fire. It's like three-dimensional chess for the mind. Every reading of it yields new discoveries.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
As a high school student, I found that this book was definitely not the typical assigned reading title. By going on her own metaphysical journey, Dillard forces the reader to do the same. I may not have understood the book that well this time around, but I do plan on reading it again later on in life. Maybe then I will be able to gain more from it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I started this book the day I graduated and I have to say that it has been so true to life and influential that I fully intend to pass it on as well as read it again and again. Not to mention the fact that I've already bought ALL of her other books thus far, it truly is a must have. If you read nothing else....
Guest More than 1 year ago
Annie Dillard provides the reader with a unique reading experience. Although her writing is unusual and unconventional, the substance of the book is powerful. Dillard explores the world both physically and spiritually. She challenged me to evaluate my life, beliefs, and values. It forced me to think of things I would not have considered if I did not read this novel. Despite the fact that her writing may be confusing at times, I recommend everyone to experience this novel!