Backtracking here for a moment because this stuck in my mind. Updike sets us up with a wonderful metaphor as Rabbit looks into his past, but the setting is wonderfully done; Rabbit goes to his mother’s house to pick up his young son:
He walks back as far as the lit kichen window and steps onto the cement without the sole of his shoe scraping and on tiptoe looks in one bright corner. He sees himself sitting in a high chair, and a quick odd jealousy comes and passes. It is his son. (p. 25)
While it may seem cliche to look into the window of his childhood home and momentarily see himself, the window frame acts as a module within the story as well as one within the image of the house and the neighborhood. I could well imagine seeing this on a computer screen, clicking on the window to zoom in on the film clip of life that’s going on separately from the house exterior, and the man who stands there looking in.
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