About face
I’m reading Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking, which chronicles the period after the sudden death of the author’s husband’s and the concurrent illness of her adult daughter.
On the back cover is an intriguing photo, one with such interesting composition and mystery that I’ve found myself staring into it on occasion. It was taken in Malibu in 1976. I play the guessing game with myself.
I think on their names. John Dunne and Joan Didion — Irish, perhaps? Quintana Roo, their daughter. Must have a connection to Mexico — hopefully it will be explained in the book. She looks to be about my age that year.
I study their faces. Yup, Quintana looks like the perfect combination of John’s facial structure and Joan’s self-assured sassy. She looks as if she’d like the photographer to leave already, and let her get back to the conversation she was having with her parents.
I read for several nights. I find out, as part of a casual mention, that Quintana was adopted. On page 118: “…John and I had brought Quintana home from St John’s Hospital. She was three days old.” Not much of a clue until two pages later: “We took Quintana there on the day of her adoption, when she was not quite seven months old.” (No other mention so far, so I am still guessing at the story and filling in with what I can intuit.)
I study the photo again with this new information. I look at the faces to re-verify their connections.
I do this face-study thing often, and I wonder if I do it more often than most (read: non-adoptive parents). I look for genetic clues in faces to see if families are biological or adoptive. I look for similarities in chins, matching mouths, equal smiles, companion expressions, between children and parents and among children.
I wonder if, on this playground or at that school function, there are other families like us — connected by biography rather than biology.
Do you? Study faces?
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Yes, I study faces. I study my face for the features I most like that won’t be passed on to my children. I also study the egg donor’s face and try to look for similarities. When friends tell me we could be sisters (I have a picture of us together), I feel excited at first and then I feel kind of shallow for caring.I suppose as times goes on, I will be more closely examining other faces as well. I am a bit wrapped up in myself these days.
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I am intrigued by this photo as well…it’s interesting. You wonder what’s on their minds – the distance between them, their expressions etc. The composition is good – the lines draw you in….i’m goint o have to get this book.PS – good interview on bloggerinterview!
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My husband, who is adopted, looks so much like his father that people who don’t know about the adoption always commment on how much they look alike. There must be something that takes place as people live together. We can’t find any similarity between him and his biological mother, whose picture he has seen.
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Thanks for pointing me here. Fascinating on a bunch of levels. I don’t know much about Joan beyond the obvious (writer, mover and shaker). This post gave me new food for thought. Somehow I feel more respect for Joan knowing that she adopted. I’m guessing she wasn’t able to conceive? It warmed my heart in a weird sort of way that I didn’t know the child referred to in all of the marketing promos was adopted. I like to think that people don’t differentiate between biological or adopted children when they discuss their children’s importance in their lives. I guess what I’m saying is that I like that I didn’t have any idea whether her daughter was biologically conceived or adopted…
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Petunia – nice image.Well, I have started studying faces . . . mostly because of this post and I am amazed at how different some children look from their parents. Interesting hobby.
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A friend from my IF group had an egg donor that was a friend. She gave birth to twins and she works with the egg donor and sees her every day….she gets to hare about the kids all the time. the kids look more like my friend than the donor – weird.
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