What Gives You Hope?

 I try to keep my voice light even when, occasionally, I address difficult topics. So many of the world’s stories these days batter my soul and I need relief from them. I suspect many of you feel the same way and my topics often veer away from our troubling reality. Nevertheless, I watch the evening news every day. I read the newspaper every morning. I always wake up to All Things Considered on NPR. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment.

 I am so overwhelmed some days by what I read and hear that I just want to sit in my recliner and read some non-reality-based fiction. Fantasy is good, and I’m currently rereading the 14-book series The Wheel of Time.

 The first time I read it, I had to wait a year or two between books: the first year for the author, Robert Jordan, to release the hardback version, which I found too expensive to buy, and then perhaps another year for the more affordable paperback version to come out. In this way, over almost two decades, I completed the entire series. Michael read it, too, and it gave us a lot to talk about as we went along.

 Michael likes to reread books and he read this series so many times that the pages darkened and fell out. He accepted this loss for years, but around the time of Covid, decided he had to replace them and began purchasing them in boxed sets. As he finished a set, he would buy the next box of books.

 Michael is a very fast reader and it didn’t take him long to read every one of the 14 books again. I started thinking that I would like to reread the books. This is not typical for me. I rarely return to a book, no matter how much I like it. I find having it in the bookcase, running my eyes across the spine once in a while, and remembering my enjoyment is enough.

 Because I didn’t expect to dive into the series again, I didn’t mind when our son, Nick, asked to borrow them even though he lives in Brooklyn. On our next visit, Michael packed them all in a suitcase and surrendered them on Nick’s solemn oath that they’d be returned. (Details on the return were sketchy. Nick works and has a family, so we knew he wouldn’t be speed reading like his dad.)

 After Nick finished, his wife decided that she would take a turn with the 14 books. A working mom, Kate didn’t have lots of time either, so the months stretched into a few years. By that time, someone had decided to make a television series out of the story.

 It was an ambitious undertaking because the themes and multiple story lines of the Wheel of Time are complex and wickedly intertwined. There have been two seasons so far and Michael and I have watched both.

 They have high production values, lots of excellent special effects, and good acting. What more could you want? Well, I wanted them to stick to the story! The writers changed things, probably because the books are so dense that doing them faithfully would be a 20-year undertaking. But it bothered me.

I couldn’t remember plot details clearly — it had been decades since I read the books — and I frequently pestered Michael with questions about things that seemed wrong to me. Quite often, they were deviations, but not always. It frustrated me not to remember clearly.

 Sometime between those two seasons, Nick returned all 14 of the books. Michael reread the whole series yet again. I looked at them in their neat rows on a prominent shelf and started thinking maybe I’d read them too. But I didn’t start — until last week.

 Battered by news that made me cringe and cry and rage all at the same time, I decided to sink myself so deeply into fantasy that I blocked out reality. I’m almost finished with Book Two in less than a week, and these are 900-1000 page books.

 It isn’t working perfectly. I still know the horrible events of the world and of our country because I’m still connected to the news cycle. But when I’m reading, I am so engrossed in the complexities of that story that I get a reprieve from reality. And that’s all I want, a reprieve.

 I’m not trying to pretend the bad news and, frankly, evil, isn’t still out there and getting worse by the day. But in Jordan’s books, the good guys and the evildoers are battling on a cosmic level, and good seems to win somehow, even when things seem hopeless. It is encouraging.

 One lesson of the series is that this battle between good and evil is never-ending. It seems worse when we are in the middle of it, like right now, but it’s happened before and goodness has prevailed. Another lesson is that people are surprising. A good guy turns out to be corrupted; a bad guy has an epiphany and changes sides. What you think you know isn’t real until you see it happen.

 I have a bit of Book Two plus 12 additional books left to read in the Wheel of Time. That should take me through winter. By springtime, I’m praying that things in our world will be looking up as much as they improved in the Wheel of Time’s world. If not, I have several more fantasy series that I haven’t read in years. Good always wins in those books, too.

 What gives you hope and comfort these days?