A Reflection On The Book

During our discussion this past Monday, there was a general consensus around the table that “Let The Great World Spin” was a book very much concerned with death and how different people perceive death differently. While each of the main chapters (especially in the first book) deal with death (J.A Corrigan’s death, Jazzlyn’s death, Joshua being killed in ‘Nam, Tillie’s hinted-at suicide), the “walker sections” in between the books provide a stark contrast.

The walker’s dream of walking across the Twin Towers on a tightrope, and what some might perceive as his recklessness with his life, is not born of a desire to die, but of his desire to express the thrill of living The insane amount of effort the walker puts into the completion of his goal and his eventual accomplishment of it express the purest form of living there is. While he was practicing, and when he eventually performed the feat, the walker was free; free of all the shackles of an everyday life, free of all worries, and, perhaps most importantly, free of any fear of dying. In those 45 minutes on the wire, in the skies of New York City, he was truly alive.

It was this stark contrast of life/death that really fascinated me about the book and why the walker sections were particularly exciting for me to read. And with that, I leave you all with a quote that I feel applies to the walker.

An encounter with New York City Transit

Hey all, Joshua here.

I’ve been loudly escorted out of the 1 train station by an MTA officer for holding the train doors, four hours ago.

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A group of Towers people were going food shopping, and I decided to tag along. When we got to the station, a few of us had to put money on their MetroCards. So, they did, and we waited.

The train arrives.

There is doubt, a split between waiting for those who were still transacting at the kiosk and getting on the train. I led the charge onto the train, and most of the group followed—except for two people still waiting at the kiosk. I held the doors for them; they were coming.

An MTA officer yells out. “Let go of that door!” I wait for those two, swiping through the turnstile now, one by one.

Again he yells, the very same thing. They are walking towards the door.

“Alright. You. You. Get out. Let’s go.” I walk away from the doors towards the turnstiles. The doors close.

I hesitate. “Get out!”. Through the turnstile. Again I pause. “OUT!”

And I go.

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http://transittrax.mta.info/audio/ttx_transcpts/ClosingDoors.htm