{"id":5367,"date":"2019-02-08T08:36:46","date_gmt":"2019-02-08T13:36:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/?p=5367"},"modified":"2019-02-14T15:53:00","modified_gmt":"2019-02-14T20:53:00","slug":"the-housekeeper-and-the-professor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2019\/02\/the-housekeeper-and-the-professor\/","title":{"rendered":"The Housekeeper and the Professor"},"content":{"rendered":"

By Yoko Ogawa \u2014 <\/span><\/b>Picador, 2009<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Translated from Japanese, so elegant and spare that it\u2019s quite remarkable, this novella should not be missed. Neither main character is ever named. The housekeeper narrates the story of the professor, who retains his brilliant mind after a car accident but is left stuck in 1975 and can hold onto nothing new beyond the last 80 minutes. The housekeeper, a high school dropout with a 10-year-old son, must reintroduce herself at least once a day. Despite the difference in their academic backgrounds, they use mathematics to put systems in place for the professor to live with some autonomy. He bonds with her son, whom he calls Root for his flat head that resembles the square-root symbol. The two connect over a mutual love of baseball, which is, after all, a game of numbers. This story extolls the value and simplicity of living in the present and shows how we can unite with one another over common ground if we just slow down long enough to recognize it. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Translated from Japanese, so elegant and spare that it\u2019s quite remarkable, this novella should not be missed. Neither main character is ever named.<\/span><\/p>\n

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