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THE SPACE IN DUST

 

My analysis of Dust by Martha Conway written in 1997 is about the space reference and what I am going to make is a study of it thorough the plot and the characters of this Hypertext.

 

Jane Brandt is in Santa Ana (California)’s airport ready to take a plane which will take her and her friend to New York City, Dan, the friend, has family there and they take advantage of it. Between Santa Ana and New York City Jane and Dan make a change of plane in Denver’s airport, where they are forced to travel in different planes. Jane describes all these airports as places invaded by stressed families which make her feel upset.

 

We moved at a steady pace through the airport, past all the couples and families, all the grandparents, small children, fathers, the mothers carrying crayons. They had suitcases, paper cups of fruit juice, each other. I envied how even in an airport they marked their territory, they spread it around

 

She does not refer so much to the plane itself, she just mentions that she decided to sleep in it. Once in New York City airport, Jane gets into a taxi which will guide her till Manhattan, she describes the taxi like a kind of transparent cage.

 

I climbed into a cab with a bullet-proof plexiglas shield that safeguarded the driver from me, with toothpick-thin holes for air and sound. The driver listened to a Canadian finance report, as we drove. He was the blackest man I had ever seen -- in the light his skin was the color of late summer grapes -- and his words were a soft English ballad, a lullaby, when he spoke. 

 

During the run from the airport to Lucy’s apartment Jane decides not to tell us about the city but about the New York people comparing to California people.

It was dusk. I told him eighty-first street. We drove for a long time on the highway, maneuvered lanes and exited and came to the streets. I looked out the window at the New York shops and at the New York people. So many ugly people. In California the people were not so ugly. If there was music I might have been in a movie: riding through the streets of Manhattan, watching people walk in crowds of lines, a man covered in garbage bags, a woman with pimply cheeks cupping an orange at a fruit stand. Watching all this through the dirty cab glass. No one speaking. The cabdriver with his beautiful skin and voice not speaking, not turning around.

After leaving the taxi, Jane goes into Lucy’s apartment. Jane explains us the house distribution, furniture and even the smell of it. First of all, Lucy guide her to guest’s room, she is interested in the draws on the table.

 

We went to a room that was empty except for a white futon couch and a white drafting table. The table was littered with pens and colored markers and paper and notebooks and rulers, protractors, a ruler with pica marks. There was a worn Turkish rug on the floor in faded cream and brown. 

 

 

I followed Lucy out of the room and through the apartment. All the furniture was designed to look like something else. A love seat in the shape of a half-shell. A low green lima-bean table. Hung on the walls almost randomly were brightly colored folk art, posters, colorful Mexican masks, but all had something wrong, almost unnoticeable, like the mask that represented a buttocks and not a face. In the poster a man read a book to a pig. And there was a painting of Madonna and child that was warped in perspective, as if made by the child. I stopped to look at a bright red bookcase -- it was filled with children's books, old books from the thirties and forties, hard-back editions with colored inserts and covering sheets of rice paper or perverted pen and ink art. 

 

Lucy tells her new guest about her children book collection and the reader cannot guess where they are until Lucy takes out from the freezer a bottle of vodka, which place us in the kitchen.

 

We sat in the kitchen. It was a large cold room with marble counters and colorful tiles. We sat in the middle around a formica burger-joint table.

 

The kitchen sparkled with unused appliances and copper-bottom pots hung from the ceiling. There was no smell anywhere in any of the rooms.

 

After the conversation between them, Lucy decides to make Jane a present, they go into Lucy and Henry’s room and the hostess asks Jane to try some clothes, the entire house is quite rare.

Their bedroom was upstairs on the street side with huge bay windows and a very high ceiling. I lay on the bed which was large and soft (…) I looked at the walls around me. There were two muted-colored paintings with large signatures: a man with his finger in his nose, the other of the same man protruding his tongue. In one corner stood a French dressing table with a ruffle, a pale avocado green under gold, a repeating pattern of ants. (…)  The bedroom was warm and dreamy.

When Dan came in from the airport, they went out to dinner. They choose a Chinese Restaurant, but the most important details of the dinner happen in the bathroom hallway, which is where Dan realizes about Jane really likes her sister and he is not happy with that. But Jane does not describe the corridor, maybe because her drunkenness, she just tell us what is happening there.

After dinner they go to a brightly lit Italian café near their apartment. They drink coffee while Lucy asks Jane about her parents, Jane says that her parents are death and everybody is surprised because not even Dan knew it. In this moment Jane starts to remember her childhood.

When I was a child he took me to church every Ash Wednesday. Remember you are dust, the priest told us, to dust you shall return.

The fact of remembering makes Jane being exhausted, Lucy believes that she is too upset to sleep alone and she decides to sleeps with her tonight, she will be Jane’s mother for a night.

"Henry will sleep in the baby room. You'll sleep in the guest room downstairs. Jacy will sleep in the big bed with me. Don't worry, Jacy, this is nothing dirty. Nothing will happen. It's not like the movies. You just need a mother tonight."

Once they are in Lucy’s apartment again and before they go to bed, Jane goes to the guest’s room, where Dan almost plead for sleeping with her tonight instead of alone, Ney York City means something different for Dan.

"I thought we'd get a free dinner and a nice place to crash and we would laugh about them," Dan said. "I thought it would be fun." 

Jane denies the idea of Dan and goes to Lucy’s room, she does not describe it again, and she lay on the bed. Whereas she is there she thinks about the vodka and the antidepressants, she prefers vodka.

I got up to look for the vodka. There was very little left. I poured a shot into the bottle cap and drank it. I did not aim well; some escaped down my chin. Henry's chair was soft and comfortable and shaped like the palm of a hand. Cloth fingers curved up as the back rest. I turned so I could see out the window. A couple walked down the sidewalk, not touching, looking away as they spoke. Their words were muted by the thick stone walls, as if the house was under water. I heard the rattle of glass bottles and something roll down the street. The vodka was gone. I got up from the chair and went back to the bed and took Lucy's hand again.

The rest of the action remains in Lucy’s bed, where Jane feels so comfortable and safe between Lucy and Henry.

I wanted only this: to lie like this between them, one on each side, in a clean cool room on a bed with clean sheets, the sound of even breathing. 

 

 

All the fragments of the text are taken from: the hypertext http://www.mississippireview.com/1997/conway.html

All the information about the real places (Denver, NYC, Manhattan and so on) are taken from: Wikipedia the free encyclopedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page

 

Academic year 2008/2009
© a.r.e.a./Dr.Vicente Forés López
© Reyes María Cañizares Flores
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Universitat de València Press