Authors: Carolyn Turgeon
Godmother (31 page)
“Lil!” I heard, but it was so faint, barely a whisper. I turned around and saw Veronica through the haze of the feathers.
“I have to go now,” I said, trying not to hit her with my wings. “I have to go home.”
I smiled and turned to the door. I could barely breathe. I had known they would come back. All this time, even despite everything, I had known that they would someday return for me. Maybeth was my sister, Gladys and Lucibell had been my very best friends, and I knew they would forgive me. I knew they would find a way.
Come to the water,
I heard, louder now, and I pushed out of the building, into the street. All the pain lifted from me as I walked toward the voice. Toward her.
My muscles warmed and stretched out as I headed south. My wings flared behind me, but no one seemed to notice. They really couldn't see. I laughed out loud, ecstatic. Already I was changing, shifting, becoming invisible to them. Leaving their world behind.
It was a beautiful world. It always had been. Full of so much pain and beauty and grief and love, people you cared for so much that losing them could shatter everything. It was all so beautiful. Veronica and George, the rows of books, the whole crazy, pressed-in city. But it was, finally, their world. Not mine.
I put one foot in front of the other and just went and went, not caring if I walked into people, smashing into them with my shoulders and elbows. All I could think of was the pure lake water from the other world, how you could look down and see palaces and coral, crazy multicolored fish passing underneath. The hush as you passed into it, opening your eyes onto a sky blue, slow-moving universe.
Come,
they all said, their wings tickling my face. I laughed with joy.
My sister. The lake. The sensation of flying through the air, of having skin that was smooth and beautiful and pale. Wings spreading out on either side of me.
I walked along the river, the water straining against my senses. I followed the sound of wings to the pier, my pier, with the small clock tower at the end of it. The clock glowed from the other side, mirroring and magnifying the
one I stood below. The sky was bright blue. I came right up on the water.
“Where are you?” I whispered, looking in, and tears of relief ran down my face.
I saw them. Maybeth and Gladys and Lucibell. There they were. Staring up at me from under the surface of the water, laughing, in human form so I could see them, their wings spread out behind them. I laughed, too. I was so happy. I looked around at the bored commuters, all oblivious to this miracle taking place just under their noses. No one could see them but me.
I pressed against the rail, climbed up onto it.
All the years, centuries of walking the earth, weighed down by what I'd done, what I'd lost, the pain in my heart and gut, these useless wings that now, even now, were flaring up behind me, and for once it was okay. I could shuck off my shirt, let them expand out on either side of me, a huge white heart, me at the center, always alone and burdened and never for a moment being able to forget what I'd done, and now it was over, they had returned to me, they were taking me back, calling me home. And only then, right then, the moment I thought it, the fairies disappeared and Cinderella was there, her face rippling in the water beneath the pier, as beautiful as the first time I saw her.
She was looking up at me, smiling. “I forgive you,” she said. “I am okay now. Everything is okay.”
“I'm sorry,” I said, but I knew she could not hear me over the sound of the air, the sound of the water. “I missed you so much.”
“Come back to me,” she said, reaching out for me, the tips of her fingers surfacing from the water.
I heard a woman scream from the pier, voices shouting, but there was no time to turn and tell them it was okay, that this was all I had wanted, that everything was okay now and I was only going home.
I leaned forward, smiling down into the water, and let my wings unfurl slowly behind me. And then I took a deep breath, and went to her.
I had a ton of help while writing this book, from all sorts of people who read and gave me feedback and encouraged me and let me benefit from their brilliance. I am grateful to all of you, especially Jennifer Belle, Lindsey Moore, Elaine Markson, Gary Johnson, Heather Proulx, Catherine Cobain, Ron Bernstein, Eric Schnall, Jeanine Cummins, Massie Jones, Joi Brozek, David Bar Katz, Robert V. Wolf, Anton Strout, Mary McMyne, Angela Amstutz, Dinah Prince Daly, Kelvin Palaciosa, Rebeca Dain, John Lawton, Scott Jones, Jeremy Tescher, Shax Riegler, River Jordan, Valerie Cates, Orly Trieber, Chelsea Ray, Barb Burris, Heather McConnell, Brenna Sniderman, Alina Vogel, Jason Chopoorian, Kathy Patrick, Maryann Curione, Philip Mead, Christine Duplessis, Anthony Madrid, and Warren Ellis.
And thank you to those who inspired bits of this book: Julius Lang and the Center for Court Innovation for making me love the garment district, Lana Guerra for being the coolest hairdresser ever, Kevin Heafy for having a gym at the Chelsea Hotel, Steve Turnbull for collecting bookly ephemera, Tommy Colomara for introducing me to the ferry boats at Pier A, and Kevin Davis for telling me about modern-day balls. And thank
you, again, to Eric, who made me go to the Frick, to Joi, who had truffle martinis with me at the Pierre, and to Massie, who actually designed Veronica's dress during one long phone call.
And of course I thank my family: Jean Turgeon, Catherine Turgeon, Alfred Turgeon, John Krinbill, and Mary Margaret Krinbill, who, with failing eyesight, read an early draft of
Godmother
through a magnifying machine.
I mean really.
1. Talk about Lil as a narrator. How does your opinion of her change throughout the book? Do you like her? Is she a reliable narrator?
2. Describe the relationship between Lil and Veronica. What brings the women together? What do you think of their friendship?
3. Fairies are a constant presence in the novel, in the human world as well as in the world of Lil's past: in the fairy tales in George's shop, in the fairy paintings in the Frick, in Veronica's book about the Cottingley fairies. Talk about other representations of fairies you've come across. What do you think accounts for the popularity of these representations in our culture? What makes fairies such a robust subject for the imagination?
4. Lil is often hungry. What does this mean? What does her relationship to food say about her emotional state generally?
5. What are the differences between the fairy world and the human world? What does each world offer to Lil? What is attractive and unattractive about each world? Do you agree with the way Lil characterizes the human world?
6. How does the Cinderella in this book differ from more traditional representations? How would you describe this Cinderella? What do you believe accounts for the choices she makes?
7. Characterize the relationship between Lil and Cinderella and how it progresses and shifts throughout the book. What do you make of those shifts?
8. Retellings of the Cinderella story, as well as of other stories and myths, are more popular than ever. Why do you think this is? Why are these stories so powerful? What function, if any, do you think they serve for us?
9. Why is the prince so attractive to Lil? What do you think of her emphasis on him seeing her? Is Lil in love with the prince in your opinion? Why or why not?
10. Two phrases are repeated throughout the novel, both from books Lil sees in George's shop: What happens in the world of faerie is manifested in the world of men, and All my old loves will be returned to me. What do these phrases mean? How would you explain the import of each within the novel?
11. Lil, Veronica, George, and Cinderella have all experienced significant losses. What has each of them lost? How
do they deal with those losses? Is there anyone in the book who has not experienced some kind of loss?
12. Several of the characters are preoccupied with the past, their own and/or the past in general. Why? What does it mean for them?
13. Another theme in the book is physical beauty and the deterioration of physical beauty. How does the aging of Lil's physical body affect her? Can you relate to Lil's relationship to her body?
14. How do you explain the events at the end of the book? Do they change your opinion of Lil? Do they change your reading of the story?
15. Fast-forward six months after the book ends. Where do you see each character? Are they better or worse off than they were before?
Copyright © 2009 by Carolyn Turgeon
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Turgeon, Carolyn.
Godmother: a novel / Carolyn Turgeon. — 1st ed.
p. cm.
1. Fairies—Fiction. 2. Older women—Fiction. 3. New York (N.Y.)— Fiction. I. Title.
PS362o.U75G 63 2009
813’.6—dc22
2008021054
eISBN: 978-0-307-45260-3
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