Wednesday, October 10, 2012

What is Azucena's pathetic responsibility in "And of Clay Are We Created"?

I am not too sure that I fully understand what you mean by
"pathetic responsibility." Are you talking about the impact that Azucena has on Rolf
Carle's life through their brief but profound friendship? If I am incorrect with this
assumption, please write back to me giving a definition of this
phrase.


However, if this is the case, it is clear that
Azucena, although she is so young, fragile and tender, has an incredible impact on Rolf
Carle's life. As Rolf joins Azucena on the journey of her last few hours and tries to
struggle to save her from death, her suffering that he witnesses unlocks his own
repressed suffering, and lets it loose in one tremendous surge. Consider what the story
tells us about this process:


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That night, imperceptibly, the unyielding
floodgates that had contained Rolf Carle's past for so many years began to open, and the
torrent of all that had lain hidden in the deepest and most secret layers of memory
poured out, leveling before it the obstacles that had blocked his consciousness for so
long.



This, surely is
Azucena's "pathetic responsibility." Unknowingly, the way that she bonds so closely with
Rolf Carle forces him to acknowledge his own suffering and pain, and through this, to
rise above it. As he accepts Azucena's death and says goodbye to her, note what happens
to both of them:


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I felt how in that instant both were saved from
despair, how they were freed from the clay, how they rose above the vultures and
helicopters, how togethery they flew above the vast swamp of corruption and laments.
How, finally, they were able to accept
death.



Rolf Carle emerges
from this experience a changed man, but a man who is better for having befriended
Azucena and for spending her last hours on this earth with her.

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