Βιβλία σαν το «Γυναίκες που τρέχουν με τους λύκους»

You were my child. I should have protected you.I lived a lifetime in the moment I read those lines, a life that was not the one I had actually lived. I became a different person, who remembered a different childhood. I didn’t understand the magic of those words then, and I don’t understand it now. I know only this: that when my mother told me she had not been the mother to me that she wished she’d been, she became that mother for the first time.

There is a revolution coming. It will not be like revolutions of the past. It will originate with the individual and with culture, and it will change the political structure only as its final act. It will not require violence to succeed, and it cannot be successfully resisted by violence. It is now spreading with amazing rapidity, and already our laws, institutions and social structure are changing in consequence. It promises a higher reason, a more human community, and a new and liberated individual. Its ultimate creation will be a new and enduring wholeness and beauty — a renewed relationship of man to himself, to other men, to society, to nature, and to the land.This is the revolution of the new generation.

There is no God-Creator, but there is the Cosmos, which creates suns, planets and living beings. There is no omnipotent God, but there is the Universe, which governs the fates of all celestial bodies and their inhabitants. There are no sons of God, but there are mature and thus rational and perfect sons of the Cosmos. There are no personal gods, but there are elected leaders of planets, solar systems, stellar groups, milky ways, islands of ether and the whole Cosmos. There is no Christ, but there is a brilliant man and a greater teacher of mankind.

It took me years to take my place among the ten thousand things again. To be the woman my mother raised. To remember how she said honey and picture her particular gaze. I would suffer. I would suffer. I would want things to be different than they were. The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods. It took me four years, seven months, and three days to do it. I didn’t know where I was going until I got there.

Some intruder shook me by the psyche and shouted: Take stock! Half your life has been spent. What about the part of you that wants a home and talks about a second child? Before I could answer, the intruder pointed to something else I had postponed: What about the side of you that wants to contribute to the world? Words, books, demonstrations, donations—is this enough? You have been a performer, not a full participant. And now you are 35.

Ο αναγνώστης ενδέχεται να µε ρωτήσει γιατί δεν αποπειράθηκα να ξεφύγω απ’ όσα µε περίµεναν, αφότου ο Χίτλερ κατέλαβε την Αυστρία. Επιτρέψτε µου να απαντήσω αναθυµούµενος την ακόλουθη ιστορία. Λίγο πριν εισέλθουν στον ∆εύτερο Παγκόσµιο Πόλεµο οι Ηνωµένες Πολιτείες, είχα µια πρόσκληση να πάω στο Αµερικανικό Προξενείο στη Βιέννη να παραλάβω τη µεταναστευτική βίζα µου. Οι γηραιοί γονείς µου ήσαν πολύ χαρού µενοι, καθώς προσδοκούσαν ότι θα µου επιτρεπόταν σύντοµα να φύγω από την Αυστρία. Ωστόσο, ξαφνικά δίστασα. Με κατέκλυσε το ερώτηµα: µπορούσα πράγµατι να αφήσω τους γονείς µου µόνους τους να αντιµετωπίσουν τη µοίρα τους, να σταλούν, αργά ή γρήγορα, σ’ ένα στρατόπεδο συγκέντρωσης, ή ακόµη και σ’ ένα λεγόµενο στρατόπεδο εξόντωσης; Πού βρισκόταν η ευθύνη µου; Θα έπρεπε να αναθρέψω το πνευµατικό µου τέκνο, τη λογοθεραπεία, µεταναστεύοντας σε γόνιµο έδαφος όπου θα µπορούσα να γράψω τα βιβλία µου;