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Monday marked the start of the Chinese New year with its representative the Ox taking center stage among the menagerie of critters who make up the Asian Zodiac.

Interesting both my husbands were born in the year of the Ox. Rob in 1961 and Will in 1973. There are twelve animal symbols and so each one represents every twelve years. In addition to the animals, years are elemental too: wood, metal, water and earth. And like the Greek Zodiac, the symbols have a ying-yang of attributes.

Despite my being a fire (Sagittarian) and a water (Rabbit) sign respectively, I have always found  earth and metal signs the most attractive. I must have a wild moon in my charts somewhere.

2009 is not all that surprisingly being billed as a tough room by economists, but the Oxen influence of grounded practicality is as good as any sign for hard times. We could use a bit of sense in all the financial nonsense that has prevailed over the last decade or so. But in the midst of doom and gloom, we Rabbits are predicted to have a good year as opposed to the mediocre year last year though not so great as our 2007 kick ass year.

If you follow the first link, you too can be privy to the secrets of your upcoming 2009.


A short story rejection I got once informed me that while the characters were engaging and the writing good, the story simply lacked tension. In other words, nothing happened aside from two people meeting, liking what they saw and falling in love. That, I was told, is not enough to compel a reader to read.

I could make the same argument about Matrimony. Nothing really happens aside from life. Boy meets girl in college. They fall in love and live the insular life of all college students until they are ejected into the truly adult world which sweeps them along, allowing them as much control as they are willing to accept and as is often the case, they are dragged through their own inertia by the twists and turns more than they grab hold and move themselves.

Still despite the lack of drama – which is a relative thing by the way – the story captures, which is almost always the case when an author has a gift for creating life from words. The people are real, The places are familiar. The life events are ours, after a fashion. Love. Friendship. Ambitions. Endurance. Birth. Death. Fears. And the Scarlett O’Hara assumption that tomorrow really is another day.

Julian is a writer. Mia is his wife. We follow them from their first week together as college freshmen, who are so captivated by each other they spend that week nearly always awake, in each other’s company and mostly naked, through  the ups and downs of fifteen years of marriage.

I liked it though I thought it started slow, and there are sticking points where the author spends too much time painting the scenery. Aside from these points, and they are minor ones because Henkin is that good a writer, the story feels like a peek inside a life that could be anyone’s. We all feel and experience as Julian and Mia do at some point or another. Their experiences are universal.

The writing is quiet but filling. If you haven’t read this yet, you should consider doing so.


My daughter has this toy. Actually it is what remains of a toy. In its day, it was her most prized possession. Brimstone rained from the sky and the earth shook when it was misplaced, and so I made sure that didn’t happen too often on my watch. She called it “the thing that can do everything”. Read Full Article