


When Alexandra is recalling her former husband, now turned to multicolored dust in a jar, the first thought that came to mind for me personally was a jar full of layers of colored sand. I found this ironic because colored sand is always associated with childhood: innocence and the unadulterated joy of the carnival from which one traditionally makes jars of layered sand.
"By the time of their actual divorce her former lord and master had become mere dirt...some polychrome dust she swept up and kept in a jar as a souvenir."[pg 9]
I wonder if Updike planted this image on purpose to give the impression that Alexandra considered the men she went through as nothing more than playthings, and the termination of their lives meant nothing to her besides adding a new colorful jar to her archive.


The first of these pictures is how I pictured the beach that Jane visited as Updike was just starting to describe it. The book has a greyish and gloomy tint that requires the author to use vividly colorful and cheery adjectives to break the dark tone and create an image that doesn't look like it's covered in soot. However once Updike made a conscious attempt to describe the day as "warm...[with] old cars and VW vans with psychedelic stripes fill[ing] the narrow parking lot...and many young people wearing bathing suits [lying] supine on the sand with their radios as if summer and youth would never end"[pg 24], I pictured a far less depressing beach. That is, until he went into more detail about the trash scattered everywhere on the beach:
"...high tide, which had also left above the flat sand beside the sea a wrack of Clorox bottles and tampon sleeves and beer cans so long afloat their painted labels had been eaten away..."[pg 24]
This vivid depiction is where I got the second picture.

I got the feeling the East Beach mansion will play an important role in the characters' ensuing lives as the book continues. Its extensive description never failed in its intention of depicting the building as a delapidated one with a mysterious yet dignified past, with the possibility of a few skeletons being shoved hastily in the closet and potentially unsightly dust quickly being swept under the rug.
"The house had a forbidding, symmetrical face, and the chimneys needed mortar and were dropping bricks. Yet the silhouette the mansion presented from afar was still rather chasteningly grand..."[pg 22]
After reading this concluding sentence of Updike's portrayal of the mansion, I was left with an image in my head quite similar to this one.