The book is a series of fleeting or consuming observations,
memories, thoughts and mental schedules that flow into each other like the days
of the week. Paré leads us through her
inner files, a briefcase filled with poetry, poetic prose, memoir and fiction. She records the misconceptions about work,
both inside and outside of the office, in relation to who we are. There are sections of her book that focus on
the social graces of work life and the unwritten code of fitting in, and using
appropriate, airy topics for conversations with colleagues.
There are dense pages and white spaces, like work
and the life in-between work. Paré looks
at work as a commodity for life and how we calculate our happiness. She gives us the plight of a career woman,
shifting gears between different roles that include mother, wife, daughter, and
civil servant. Interestingly, she brings
in another examination of how the roles of women and their existence differ in
comparison with her mother’s generation.
She pairs the surreal, seemingly arbitrary working
world with the concrete, practicality of life, and the surreal experiences of
life with the encroaching reality of work; measuring security and what her work
allows her to have in life. She uses a
Cinderella complex to draw a parallel in the idea of work, security, and
perceptions being impermanent.
In the midst of all this, she has short, unexpected
conversations or daydreams with her own personal Kafka, which is developed
throughout the book, trying to find answers, a balance or an anchor, and
preparing for this transformation of leaving work.
The notion of working as part of our freewill, and
subjecting ourselves to the weight, fear, demand and criticism of our work is a
crucial part. She writes about trying to
write herself out of her office where she feels boxed in, drawing on the story
of a man who spends twenty years in a jail cell and was afraid to leave it when
the door was finally opened. He wouldn’t
leave. There is an invisible chain that
links the civil servant to his or her desk, and the security of a full pension
dangling in front of them like a gold carrot.
From there, she launches into the lists of survival
kit items for everyday, to survive the office wilderness. Her briefcase is both a burden and a
necessity. Paré also identifies herself
and her work through the personal sacrifices, self-preservation and
resourcefulness of her Parénts’ working lives.
In the same vein, Paré likens work to religion and takes another look at
these beliefs and values.
In Paper
Trail, Paré writes another story between the musings of her work poems,
writing herself into a real fiction.
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