• The Ghosts of Movies Past–The Uninvited

    I originally thought of this title for a series about old films some time ago and I guess the title came to me by way of memories of “A Christmas Carol.” But I waited long enough to begin, that it now fits the season of Halloween. By “ghosts” here, I mean mostly the former, the lingering effect of films, both in the minds of individuals and in the rather ephemeral but I think important national subconscious-at least the subconscious of movie fans. So I begin with two kinds of ghosts to talk about, the effect of a movie and the subject of the movie itself.

    “The Uninvited(1944), is, technically, an American film but it sure seems like a British one. Set in Cornwall in the spring-summer of 1937, it concerns a brother and sister(Ray Milland and Ruth Hussey)who, while on vacation, discover a large, long deserted house and become determined to buy it. He is a London music critic and composer and she is, apparently, independently well to do. They pool their resources and succeed in getting the house, purchasing it from the owner, a crusty old carryover from Victorianism(Donald Crisp), and also come into contact with his overprotected and somewhat intimidated granddaughter, Stella(Gail Russell).

    The film, like most at the time, and fortunately, I think, in this case, is in black and white. It begins with a wide-vision shot of the sea and the audience gets to see white caps as the waters come ashore on the rocks. They also get to hear the sound of this. Meanwhile, they hear Milland doing a voice-over regarding the coasts of lands that border this part of the sea and their propensity for providing a background for ghostly events. This all sets the scene nicely and puts the viewer in an agreeable tingly mood.

    I will not go into the film in great detail here, but you need to know a little of what happens. The granddaughter, much against her Grandfather’s wishes, makes friends, barely, with the two Londoners. She and Milland seem to have a quick, closeness between them, and the stage seems set for romance, particularly when Milland writes her a song. But instead there is uncertainty and fear(“Stella By Starlight” became a jazz/Great American Songbook hit–you still might hear Miles Davis’s and other versions of it on Sirius “Real Jazz”)

    On the first night brother and sister are together in their new home, Milland hears the sound of a woman sobbing. His sister explains that during the weeks he was cleaning up details in London and she was civilizing the house, she heard this several times, and no, it’s not Lizzie, the housekeeper, whose cat behaved oddly and refused to go upstairs. “It comes from everywhere and nowhere,” she says. Yes, indeed.

    Without going into revealing details, I will merely say that this is the beginning of a tense and compelling ghost story that does not terrify you with nut cases running around with chainsaws, but may make your hair re-arrange itself a couple of times and send through you a couple of chills, so you feel as if you had just come inside on a cold winter day. Questions are asked and not, immediately, anyway, answered. The history of the house is studied and eventually, after quite a bit of tension and suspense, there are a number of ghostly manifestations(along with some explanations, too).

    If you check this out on-line you will find many people praising it. But some regard it as weak stuff, nothing like today’s “shock” films with noise, blood and violence. This is, in my opinion, a good thing. This movie is not about physical violence. It is about subtle, spiritual and psychological haunting and the different but still chilling fear it can bring. It is way more sophisticated than the gross chop ’em to bits type. It is by far my favorite supernatural film–“The Haunting” from the 1960’s would be second, but for all its qualities it is not equal to this.

    Part of the reason for this film’s excellence is found in the efforts of the director, Lewis Miller. Every scene seems to fit, to be an integral part of the story. The appearance and atmosphere of the house are allowed to play a significant role, but one you see or sense in the background, just part of the scenery of chills. When the manifestations do appear, they are not clear–they are foggy and indistinct, like something from a dream or a surrealist artist, as if telling us that this is not just a matter of other people, it’s other people from outside our reality, but real and perhaps threatening all the same.

    Given the movie’s age you might expect to creak a little bit–and it does, but only slightly. Some of the romance is a bit contrived and the attempts at humor are clearly several decades behind the curve. But these count little, they are a small part of the overall story, maybe 5% or less of the movie. And there is the brief presence of the elegant and unusual Cornelia Otis Skinner who in a very busy life acted a little bit and maybe should have more. Her teacher/counsellor is a combination of authoritarianism and doubtful sanity that you won’t forget.

    This is not a movie for people who want to be “shocked” by violence and mayhem and screaming. It is about the mystery and spookiness of encountering the supernatural and trying to figure it out, and being both afraid on one hand and anxious to learn on the other. It’s a film for people who like mystery in the most serious and meaningful sense of the term, the kind that sneaks up on you after midnight, and spooks your mind and soul rather than threatening your body. In an era where so many movies have the grossest violence with almost no subtlety at all, it is a reminder of civilized behavior and presumes it can exist among both those of flesh and blood and the wandering spirits. Try it, you might really like it.

    (Other than the common title, this film has nothing to do with the one made in the late 2000’s, maybe 2009 or thereabouts. I watched about 20 or 25 minutes of it once which was enough to determine that 1) The stories are not connected and 2) I was wasting my time)

  • Better Anne Lamott than never

    OK, it’s not a very original or really humorous title. But anyway, here we go. I had originally decided to do three “Christmas books.” The first one which I was going to make no 3 seemed inappropriate, so I changed my mind. Two would do– then I noticed Anne Lamott’s “Almost Everything–Notes on Hope.” I noticed it only because, well, I recognized her name AND I was pointed in the right, as it turned out, direction by the impenetrable(well, to me at least) workings of the Dewey Decimal system which dictated that Krista Tippet’s book and Anne’s were within a few feet of each other in the stacks. So the book almost chose itself. I’m glad it did.(By the way, have you ever wondered how many people have been brought together by the Dewey Decimal system? Two people with similar interests wind up in the same lane of the library and they reach for the same book or different ones and their shoulders touch and they apologize. Later that day they’re sharing drinks and dinner at a local restaurant and eventually they have kids one of whom turned out to be–well, you take it from there–my imagination sometimes gets lost)

    Anne has been writing for quite a few years now. I first became aware of her on a program that in the 2000’s was on NPR Sat mornings. I have forgotten the name of the guy who did it, but I think it was Michael something. He worked out of Milwaukee and I remember thinking of him as the Upper Midwest comedian who isn’t Garrison Keillor. Anyway he had Anne on once and I was impressed with both of them in their interview. He handled her very kindly and as my wife pointed out she sounded very vulnerable at the time, not exactly the persona she usually has projected since, though there are often hints of it. (This was also the show which introduced me–and I’ll bet many others–to Kurt Elling, the dominant male voice in American jazz singing of the past couple of decades. Thanks, Michael, whoever you are)

    Joyce(my wife)has read a lot of Anne’s stuff and I had read a little bit, though not for a long time. I did remember, that she was–uh, different. Actually, she is considerably different from–well, just about any writer you can think of. If Mitch Albom is spirituality based on love and service, and Krista Tippett is that plus wondering and exploring, then Anne is spirituality on steroids braced by a bit of OCD, and by doubt, faith, imagination, memory, dread and hope–maybe not in that order All these go into making up this remarkable woman and irresistible writer whose acquaintance I am so glad to have made again.

    Anne holds nothing back. She jumps into the issue or question or whatever the way I think she jumped into life–and still does. She has had a troubled life in many ways, the child of a brilliant, charming and dysfunctional family, dogged by addiction, depression, disillusion, loss and betrayal. But she has also been published, made good friends, received adulation, raised a son and, at 62, married for the first time. She knows what it is to lose and to win and she knows what it is to sit with the depressed and dying and lonely. She also has a(more or less literally)irrepressible humor and irreverence which comes out at many different times. And she knows that whatever our differences and lackings, we all need love, we all need to be affirmed in some way. …

    Here she is on the difficulties of growing up–“Most emotional wounds are caused by a child’s belief that he is deficient, defective, or annoying …The message . . . was that we didn’t have intrinsic value but that we could earn it…Putting together a reasonably good personality was how we staked a claim on the outside world although it meant ignoring our inside world…
    “This was life inside the hardware store–the bakery on the other hand , was the family’s understanding that a kid doesn’t have to do or achieve or own anything more for the world to care and even delight in her …How did the rest of us ever find the bread of life, the ginger cookies of hope? The answer is little by little, over the years, mosaic chip by mosaic chip.”

    And this is one of Anne’s main points. There is some joy and satisfaction out there, particularly if you’re lucky and you know how to look for it. But the rest ranges from drab to hideous and you need to be careful and not expect all the answers all the time. They just won’t be there. and just about nothing is guaranteed., particularly re: human relationships.

    She explains in detail her battle with hate. Most religious writers will simply tell you it’s bad to hate and let you take it from there–but sometimes that can be hard to do–sometimes it’s impossible. Anne tells us how she tried to understand hate. She imagined she had hate over for tea and tried to understand it. She then handed it its hat and reflected. Maybe hate was(or haters were)within the realm of humanity. “If we work hard and are lucky, we may come to see everyone as precious, struggling souls. … God is better at this than I am.” She is aware of her shortcomings and how hard it is to live up to her highest values.

    “My focus on hate made me notice I’m too much like certain politicians. The main politician I’m thinking of and I are always right. I too can be a blowhard, a hoarder, needing constant approval and acknowledgement, needing to feel powerful.”

    So she comes to see that getting rid of the hate is sometimes hard work. But she knows that work has to be done so as to avoid reaching the end someday “toxic and self-righteous;” better to be living as far as possible with Wendell Berry’s words, “Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.”

    Towards the end of the book Anne delves a bit more deeply into grief and loss, though one of the lovable things about her writing is that pain is never far away and humor is always hiding somewhere, ready to pop out and surprise you. As always, she finds irony and self-mockingly criticizes herself. Remembering a dying friend she says, “Jesus says that we need to approach God and life like children, not like bossy, white alcoholic women with agendas.” So she did. She does.

    “Like the rest of us, I am a mixed grill of beauty and self-centeredness, pettiness and magnanimity, judgement and humility.” Well, aren’t we all? And isn’t it our business to try to expand the good parts and reduce the not-so-good ones, but always with the knowledge we will never be entirely successful?

    Anne’s final chapter in the book(she calls it her “coda”) is entitled Hope. Throughout the book she makes the point that there is good out there and contradiction and nuance and that these often balance–or don’t–in weird, scary and unacceptable seeming ways. Fears sometimes are true and so are dreams. So is love. But one never knows.

    “Hope springs from what is right in front of us, what surprises us and seems to work.

    “Of course, we are reduced sometimes, late at night, no matter how deep our faith in God or Goodness or one another, to quavering aspic.” And questions always remain, such as why her home was spared when so many others in her part of California were destroyed by one of their fires? Our minds, she states, “are hard-wired in many ways to do many things only half of which from my observations are self-destructive.”

    She ends with a quotation I was not familiar with from John Lennon(Of all people, my subconscious irritatingly interrupts me–I never liked Lennon a lot, but he nailed it here–I hope)”Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.” It is hard not to compare that to Julian of Norwich–“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.” She preceded Lennon by something like a millennium so it’s taking awhile–but the thought is still there.

    I do have a couple of ending notes–fairly early on Anne makes a passing reference to one of my favorite writers and one who has deeply influenced my own thinking, Madeline L’Engle(author of a huge number of books, novels and non-fiction, YA and adult, science fiction, social commentary and religion-best know and likely her best, “A Wrinkle In Time”). I don’t think the two ladies ever met. They were separated by miles of geography and years of time(about 36 of them), but it is interesting to speculate on what it would have been like if these two brilliant, warm and supremely talented, deep-thinking writers had ever had lunch together, say at the Hungarian Pastry Shop on Amsterdam Ave just across from the Cathedral of St John the Divine, where we once watched a cat wait until a couple left, then jump up on a chair and finish what they didn’t. And nobody bothered the cat, a restraint which Joyce and I both loved(L’Engle was chief librarian there in her later years–the Cathedral, I mean–I don’t think the pastry shop had one) Or at a bunch of other places on the Upper West Side. Or wherever.

    Anyway, imagine a meeting between the two of them. Imagine the words that might flow between them, the loving and warm but also disciplined and correct, grammatically perfect and I’ll bet always impeccably dressed Episcopalian, L’Engle, and the off-the-wall, in-your-face, let-it-all hang-out, God knows what denomination she is,(Presbyterian?) Lamott. It would have been a fortunate fly on the wall who would have gotten to hear such a conversation.

    Well, anyway, try one of her books. Start with this one, if you like. You should at least draw from it some laughs, some serous thoughts and some awe at the quirky, contradictory and altogether inexplicably brilliant mind behind it all. Beyond that, if you’re lucky and you think about it carefully and deeply, she might do more even more than that–like maybe give you the courage to live.

  • Does History Repeat?–Facts and Opinions

    One of the best known quotes in the world(at least in the academic world, anyway) is “Those who cannot remember history are condemned to repeat it.” This from the philosopher George Santayana and his 1905 work, “The Life of Reason.” Others have said/written similar things, some better documented than others. In a 1948 speech to the House of Commons Winston Churchill said “Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it,” a remarkably similar sentiment.

    After that is gets a bit less clear. Mark Twain said something similar(maybe), but in a different way. “History never repeats itself but it does often rhyme.” I like this one best, since clearly one specific event occurs only once and when two similar events are compared, say 25 years or more apart, there are obvious differences But the “rhymes” such as the roads to conflict re: WWI and WWII are often striking. Unfortunately no one seems to be able to verify Twain said or wrote this, but it’s a wise saying, wherever it comes from.

    Edmund Burke is supposed to have said much the same thing, but there is debate as to just when and how he phrased it. As in the case with Mark Twain, is sounds like him but is difficult to verify.

    Anyway, as you have likely guessed by now, I am planning to give you some examples of this–three relatively short and I hope informative instances in which recent history has at least rhymed. As I begin to write this on Jan 5, you may be experiencing one of them if you are following news on Radio, TV or the Net.

    My first subject is the “Spanish Flu” which struck the world including the US in 1918 and recurred on and off for about a half a decade, though fading fairly rapidly by the end of 1921.

    The name “Spanish” is a misnomer. The only reason it happened was that Spain was neutral in World War I and while the belligerent powers were blaming the enemy and/or lying about the situation, the Spanish media more or less told the truth and did it from the earlier days of the outbreak. The flu may have begun, in fact, in the US. It first appeared at a US Army camp in Kansas in March, 1918,and spread rapidly, striking over a thousand men and killing 46 of them in a month.

    It did not play favorites hitting both urban and rural areas, though there is evidence that crowded places were hit worse. It is worth noting, I think, that while big cities had poor public health institutions by our standards, many rural areas had about none. There was a lot of confusion and there were many mistakes. There were also lies. And before long, thanks in part to troop movements, the flu was in Europe too. It would eventually work its way around the world. No one knows with any certainty how many people died as a result, The estimates are now that about 1/3 of the people in the world contracted the flu in some way and around 50 million deaths resulted, but it might have been more. It is common to repeat the assertion that more WWI US servicemen died of flu than of enemy action. About 21 million people(more civilians than military personnel)is the most recent estimate of deaths directly resulting from the war. So it is likely the flu killed far more people than the conflict.

    In September, 1918 it spread from Boston to Philadelphia when 300 sailors, some of them already infected, arrived. The government’s action was to play down the threat to prevent panic(and, likely demands on themselves). They denied any serious danger to the public and, as casualties mounted claimed it was nothing but “old-fashioned influenza or grippe.” It was also predicted the illness would soon decrease.

    American was drunk on “patriotic” fever now and thousands of Philadephians attended a rally. About a week and a half later over 1000 citizens of the city had died of the flu. Finally the state government acted and began closing many public places. But within a year more than 15,000 Philadelphia citizens had died as a result.

    Some places reacted better than this, particularly after they saw what had happened in the east. but the broader pattern “was dismissal, dissemblance and outright deception.” Mayors and governors did not want to take on powerful and wealthy business interests, nearly all of which were opposed to close-downs.

    The first wave of Spanish flu peaked and then dropped off in the spring-summer of 1918. But a second, more serious wave swept much of Europe in the late summer and early fall. This coincided with the climax of the war, though I have rarely run across more than a brief(paragraph or two)reference in books about the war. There was yet a 3rd wave in early 1919. It was milder than the second wave and largely spared Paris and the Peace Conference that eventually led to the Treaty of Versailles.

    A brief survey of the internet on other countries involved in the war shows a depressing pattern. In nearly all combatant countries the news of the flu pandemic was at least played down if not totally suppressed. It was not mentioned in the House of Commons until October, 1918, the month before the war ended. It was also suppressed in the countries of the Central Powers(Germany, Austria, Turkey). The fact appears to be that no governments wanted to have to deal with this and that about all of them thought doing so would impede the war effort. In the Central Powers just about everything was collapsing anyway, but this seems to have made no difference. The Germans seem to have been particularly inclined to deny the flu, thought they were by no means alone. But they denied the influence of the flu on German troops in 1918 as the final Allied attacks began and the German world crumbled about them.

    The flu did not go away entirely, however. It appeared from time to time for another 2 or 3 years and apparently has never entirely disappeared. One rarely hears of it now since so many people have had it that almost everyone is immune.

    (This was not the first time in history such things had happened–check “bubonic plague denial” on the internet for information about how ancient and medieval rulers panicked and lied about this sort of thing too)

    The covid virus and its parallels are so recent and well known as to be almost embarrassing to recount. The current covid has been know for more than 50 years and apparently at first simply caused the common cold. The recent outbreak with its world wide effects of screwing up nearly everything and affecting a Presidential election was not noticed by scientists until November, 2019. Within 2 months it would be spreading widely around the world.

    We all know pretty much what happened. To take the US reaction as symbolic(thought noticeably worse and less truthful than most countries)the reaction was at first to question the facts, then deny their seriousness and to offer false hopes for a quick end to it . The President publicly said(on TV)that it would disappear with warm weather and be gone by late spring. It wasn’t. He also offered some bizarre ideas and some strange pieces of advice.

    The weirdest of these was his April, 2020 suggestion that injecting bleach into oneself might be a good idea. Many of his scientific people were appalled and they managed to stop this idea from spreading before it went as far as it might have. Likely more dangerous overall, was his suggestion of the use of chloroquine. This at least was a real drug that people took for real issues. Though it has many uses, it is primarily known for being an anti-malaria medication. The scientific community largely agreed that there were a few unusual cases when chloroquine might be useful in fighting covid. But the FDA was careful to release a statement that people should not make this decision for themselves and it should be used only as directed by a physician.

    And so it went. Reactions of countries and other political subdivisions around the world varied widely. But there was a large degree of false information generated and truth withheld. The problem is of course still part of our world today, slightly better than it was due to the various inoculations for it and the slow building up of a questionable but sometimes apparently real immunity. It will likely be around and still causing illness years from now, though we hope diminishing rapidly in its influence.

    No satisfactory cure was ever found for the Spanish Flu. As previously mentioned, so many people have had it by now and passed down to subsequent generations their presumed immunity, that it is seldom heard of today. But it’s not gone. It’s still out there and so is the Bubonic Plague. The Plague, by the way, is a bacterial infection and therefore treatable with anti-biotics.

    Case no 2–The split in the 1920’s Republican Party and the 1923 fight over who would get to be Speaker of the House. The comparison is to (you guessed it)Keven McCarthy’s twisted and manic road to his current position.

    First of all let me recount some tiresome but necessary electoral history. I’ll be quick about it. For a long time, students have noted that earlier in our history, US Presidents were elected in November and took office the following March. While there were good reasons for this in 1789, those were mostly gone long before 1933 when the much overlooked and understudied 20th Amendment to the US Constitution was enacted. It moved the Inauguration to January and is widely known and regarded by most interested parties as a reasonable and necessary action.

    What is not so widely known is that it also formalized and made a requirement that the new Congress elected in November would take office Jan 3. Previously, and for not very obvious reasons, this date had varied. This is too complicated to go into in detail here, but check it out on the internet if you have the patience. At late as 1922’s midterm elections the new members did not take the oath of office for about a year. So the drama took place in December, 1923.

    It was anticipated that Frederick Gillette, a Boston Brahmin and long standing House Speaker would be elected. While they had lost seats in the midterms of 1922, the Republicans still held a House majority and this should have been routine. But the party had become very divided in recent years. Roughly speaking it consisted of two groups –the conservatives/traditionalists were the majority. But the progressive wing of the party, mostly from the midwest and led by “Fighting Bob” LaFollette of WI, was not without influence and often made a good impression on the public. Many of these progressives, who somewhat resembled the more liberal Democrats in their policies, challenged Speaker Gillette.

    This turned into a real capital(or capitol)mess. They took 3 days and 9 ballots as the party tried to work out a conflict between its intended leader and his allies, and an influential different group which challenged him. Finally, after much discussing and bargaining and after one significant concession to the progressives on procedural matters in the House, enough of the progressive side voted “Present” on the 9th ballot and Gillette squeaked through. Since the number present and casting a vote for a person was now low enough that his new total of 215 was sufficient, he was re-elected–barely.

    It is hardly necessary to repeat what you’ve seen on TV and internet fairly recently, but for the record–Rep Kevin McCarthy of California was the leader of the House Republicans and therefore should have been a shoo-in as Speaker–even with a small majority this should have been an easy one. But a small but persistent group of right-wingers, including, but by no means limited to the “Freedom Caucus,” stood in the way and that was enough that McCarthy failed on vote after vote. It took 4 days and 15 ballots, but he finally made it. A few members who had voted for other candidates switched to McCarthy after he made very substantial concessions to the right. Others simply voted “Present” and as in 1923 the number of votes needed dropped thanks to the “present and voting for a person” rule.

    Like Gillette in 1923 McCarthy slipped through in 2023 by one vote. Which of them made more significant and self-limiting concessions will no doubt be debated, but it looks to me as if McCarthy made concessions he is likely to regret. His agreeing to a rule that any ONE member of the Republican caucus will be able to call for a vote to oust him from the Speaker’s chair looks like the worst. It may be interesting, but remember that Chinese curse about interesting times

    Case no 3–The early WWII conflict between Germany and the UK and the Russian-Ukrainian conflict today.

    It is no longer common knowledge how World War II began and proceeded from 1939-1941, its first two years, so I will start with a brief backgrounder. For details check Wikipedia or any good text book on Europe before and during the war.

    During the 1930’s the dictators, Hitler and Mussolini, had made Germany and Italy feared by bullying and cajoling the West(mainly the UK and France)into allowing them to get away with aggression. At Munich in 1938 they managed to get concessions regarding Czechoslovakia in return for a pledge not to invade what would be left of that small, new nation after the Munich Pact went into effect. I think few were surprised 5 months later when Hitler moved in and took almost all that was left of the unhappy country.

    Hitler invaded Poland in September, 1939, defying British and French demands that he leave it alone,. Their patience finally exhausted, the UK and France both declared war on Germany. The next few months were the “phony war” but it turned more real during Spring, 1940 when Hitler struck at Scandinavia, the Low Countries and France and by June had bagged all of his targets.

    This left the UK and Winston Churchill the only real block to Hitler’s victory and in September of 1940 the Germans began more than a year of almost constant bombing that is usually known as “The Blitz.” Almost from the start the Germans realized this was going to be tougher than previous conquests as the RAF took a large toll on the Luftwaffe. The numbers of German planes destroyed was considerably higher than the British losses, so in that sense the UK had the upper hand. But then there was the numbers game. The Germans had a seemingly inexhaustible supply of planes and the number would eventually begin to tell. British factories worked frantically to turn out more planes and ships, for the German Navy was now aggressively pursuing both British shipping and their Navy. If the Brits lost in the air and at sea it would all be over.

    For the most part the German bombing was directed at the factories that produced the war supplies, but there was some bombing of civilian areas also. The Germans changed strategies several times during the blitz, partly due to political quarrels, partly to heavier than expected losses, and, possibly, partly due to Hitler’s fury at direct bombing of German cities by the RAF. In addition, they sometimes were working with faulty intelligence. Although this is multifaceted and involves many issues, including poor intelligence for the Luftwaffe, Hitler’s personal feelings may have played some part. The changes tended to make the attacks on UK industry more scattered and less consistent, but the concentration on London’s East End and other mainly civilian districts., greatly increased the toll in lives, pain and frustration for the population.

    There was some complaining in the largely poor East End that they were bearing the brunt of the bombing while the rich had safer, more sturdy homes elsewhere. The Royal Family, however, rose to the occasion by visiting the bombed areas and showing themselves to the people as leaders who were staying home and sharing the burden. Churchill also moved among the people and once promised the drop multiple bombs on Germany for every one they dropped on the UK.

    The Blitz ended in the fall of 1940 after Germany and the USSR had gone to war but bombing went on sporadically throughout the war, and the fearsome V-1 and V-2 rockets made London a city fearing what might come from the skies again in 1944-’45. But the main blitz in the long run failed. The UK was still(perhaps barely)functioning when it ended and soon the US would be attacked at Pearl Harbor which changed the whole complexion of the war. After that the US would be at hand and the advantage, once strongly in Hitler’s favor would shift, though it took sometime to do so.

    In late 2021 it became apparent that Russia was considering an out and out attack on its neighbor, Ukraine. They began troop movements which suggested this was imminent. They also made public claims that Ukraine was theirs, by right and by history, and that they would be justified in taking it back. Vladimir Putin was not looking to win by a surprise attack. He was closer to trying to win by intimidation, a sometime Hitler tactic that was not usually extremely successful.(I have heard that when Hitler tried this on neutral Switzerland, the response was something like, “Just try it and see what we’ll do,” and he didn’t. Switzerland maintained its neutrality.)

    Putin had began, several years earlier, with trying to increase Russia’s influence and the geographical area it controlled in Eastern Europe. Most obviously, it had re-taken Crimea which had been ruled by many countries over the centuries and for years was part of the USSR. After the collapse of the Soviet Union Crimea was considered by practically everyone part of the ancient but newly independent state of Ukraine. This remained the case until 2014 when a severe internal crisis in Ukrainian politics seriously divided and weakened the nation and its leadership. Putin took advantage of this to send Russian forces into Crimea which he quickly declared to be now part of the Russian Federation.

    There also developed about the same time a serious division in Ukraine between the largely Russian-speaking extreme Eastern part, which favored joining Russia, and the rest of the country, largely Ukrainian speaking, which did not. For several years there was what amounted to a sort of underground, largely unmentioned civil war between these two parts of Ukraine with Russian forces unofficially and without wearing clearly Russian uniforms or markings, helping the pro-Russian side. This was the background to what happened in 2021 and 2022.

    Putin clearly had expected a quick victory. He found a unified and militarily powerful country. Discounting Russia, which is largely Asiatic in land, though European dominated, culturally and politically, Ukraine is the largest nation in Europe, geographically speaking(Turkey is more than 90% Asiatic, so I do not consider it a European country). At nearly 290,000 in number, the Ukrainian armed forces put up a stiff resistance, and soon the Russians were fought to a standstill. Later some of the Russian Army retreated, a process they are now trying to reverse with apparently mixed results.

    But what was clear was that the Russians, having failed to conquer the Ukrainians on the ground would try to do so by going through the air. But unlike the Luftwaffe which went after Churchill’s Britain, the Russians would mainly used non-manned instruments, drones and missiles. They also would use them against non-military targets in many instances, using them as weapons of terror but not weapons which consistently did severe military damage. They destroyed homes, killed people of all ages, and made many others homeless.. They also inspired a hatred of Russian armed forces by most Ukrainians, which if Russian ever did win the war, would almost certainly make the place ungovernable.

    As usual, my conclusions are tentative and could turn out to be wrong, but here they are. It is about a tie between issues no 1 and no 2 for which show the most parallels, but I think it’s no 1. The reaction of so many governments around 1918 and again more than a century later are so similar as to be impossible to ignore. Again, I agree that it’s not a real repeat but a “rhyme,” but the rhyme is loud and clear.

    No 2 is pretty close too. There are a few differences. In 1923 the putative Speaker-elect already had long experience at the job. He was, apparently respected by most GOP House members, a situation which may not exist today. And the split, as might be anticipated in a basically conservative party, was between the mainstream Republicans and their left-leaning, progressive colleagues. In 2023 it was between more or less regular Republicans and a right-wing fringe group, some of them clearly holding borderline-psychotic ideas and/or telling the biggest lies in the history of the House. In 1923 things seem to have quieted down after the Speaker election was settled. One hears little about intra-party GOP conflict over the next 2 years. It is impossible to predict what will happen now, but in today’s House, it appears the Speaker may be in for a rough ride.

    No 3 has some startling parallels, particularly in international relations But, on the whole, I think while a case can be made for it, it’s not as good a one as for the others. Regarding the international situation, there were at least 5 leading heads of state or government involved. In the Russian-Ukrainian situation there are 3. Putin is a reasonable facsimile of Hitler–Zelenskyy. with his feisty leadership of a beleaguered nation is obviously Winston Chruchill all over again–Biden, the US President who observes and encourages is clearly FDR. But there are no real equivalents to Stalin and Mussolini. The comparison also breaks down a bit when it comes to the military action. The Blitz did incredible damage and caused immense pain and loss to the people. But there seem to have been arguments over it back home almost from the start. There were several things involved in this such as intelligence services product, political quarrels, egos and Hitler’s fury at British bombing of Germany. In Ukraine Putin has gone from old fashioned infantry invasion to missiles to drones. Many of his attacks seem totally motivated by trying to terrorize rather than to achieve military goals. He apparently has some weapons which are just fired toward Ukraine in the hopes they will accomplish something. This is not exactly a parallel.

    Another difference, is that while the Russian approach has been largely unsuccessful so far from a military point of view, he has 2 advantages Hitler did not. He is not fighting anyone other than than Ukraine(directly on the battlefield)and, pursuant to that he does not have the possibility of being attacked from the rear. How this will turn out, of course, is impossible to predict and gives us another difficulty in trying to determine the extent of the parallels. We lack hindsight regarding this, a situation which may well last for some time.

    So I guess my conclusion that there are indeed rhymes in history sometimes rather strong ones. But there are also differences and with regard to situation no 3 it will take some time for all these to be noticeable or indeed, possibly, for all of them to occur. I’ll stick with no 1 as the loudest rhyme.

  • Some last minute suggestions about those Christmas movies

    I know this is_____ a bit late. I really feel one ought to watch Christmas movies before Christmas, as watching them after the day seems to take some of the fun out of it. But perhaps not everyone feels that way, and anyway we’ve got a couple of days to go here, so here goes.

    First of all, I have not seen all the”great Christmas movies” if there is such a category. I have seen quite a few including “White Christmas,” “Holiday Inn,” “The Apartment,” “Alias John Doe”, and “It’s a Wonderful Life.” I considered only films I have seen for obvious reasons in making my choices. Of these I just mentioned, I think it’s about a tie between “The Apartment” and “It’s a Wonderful Life” for the best choice. But I chose none of them, nor any usually listed with best Christmas movie opinion colums. My two choices for my favorite Christmas movie are “The Man Who Came to Dinner” and “The Holly and the Ivy.” OK, now wait a moment and let me explain myself.

    “The Man Who Came to Dinner”(From now on “Man Who”) is in some ways not at all a Christmas movie. It is secular in its orientation and joyfully irreverent in its attitudes. The people in it seem not the slightest bit spiritual and/or religious and are driven mostly by ambition, love, sex, vanity and self-imagery. In other words they are human and without the saving grace of an understanding of spirituality. But whether we can write them off them as meaningless because of that is another matter, and so is the fact that this shrewdly hilarious film is one of the best cures for melancholoy I can think of.

    “Man Who” is the product of the fairly long time(though not as long as often assumed)collaboration between George S Kauffman and Moss Hart, two of the great comedy writers of the early to middle Twentieth centiury American Theatre. Through the Depression they wrote of well to do sophisticated poeple and made them likeable and aceptable. Of course, most of the theatre going people who could afford tickets were not poor, but still, they manged to strike a pose that appealed to many others and I suspect gave them hope(“Hey, maybe someday we’ll be like that”)and amusement(“Look. they make asses of themselves sometimes, too”).

    I do not know how many will agree with me, but I think it is almost a duty during hard times for your society to be happy and have a good time. This way some of the laugher and cheerfulness may rub off on someone else and relieve their depression,. And once this starts, how far may it go? Oh, well, it’s just an idea of mine, But I think it applies to why I like this play and film so much(at least I tell myself that)

    I first became familiar with “Man Who” in high school. There was once(and for only one season, I believe) and TV show entitled “The Best of Broadway,” in which they took famous plays and boiled them down to one hour TV Dramas on CBS. “Man Who” was the second one, and it set me up for a slowly developing love affair with the American Theatre which has never ended.

    I later bought a copy of the whole play through a book club at school and read it time after time. I was somewhat shocked by the cussing and irreverence of most of the characters, but I loved the laughs and the wit and the basically joyful and aggresive attitude to life that they took. I also learned from the play. It was the first time I had heard the titles of Thomas Hardy novels, the first time I had heard of “The Hound of the Baskervilles.” I was being introducecd to a level of culture my family and my formal school education had completely ignored and there was something exciting about the whole thing.

    The original play opened on Broadway in October of 1939 when World War II had been on for about a month and a half. The movie version is descibed as a 1942 movie but I have read that it was ready for release the weekend of Pearl Harbor and was delayed in its release(but perhaps not quite everywhere)by the beginning of the US involvement in the war. So its history is one of trying, in tragic times, to bring some joy and maybe some self confidence to the audience which would be full of apprehensive people uncertain of the future. At the very least it could afford them a night out to forget their worries.

    The story concerns Sheridan Whiteside who was copied off the authors’ friend Alexander Wolcott, a literary critic perhaps best know for his being the unofficial leader of the legendary Algonquin Round Table group who met Fridays at the Algonquin Hotel on W 45th about 1919-1929. He is brilliant, sarcastic, often short-tempered and irascibile. He is also witty and charming. People are drawn to him and often used by him. But many of them are strong enough that they seem to be chums rather than victims.

    Whiteside(Monty Wolley)arrives in the fictional OH town of Mesalia, apparently more or less between Cleveland and Toledo, by train accompanied by his very efficient secretary, Maggie(Bette Davis). He is obligated to give a speech to a cultural group and to go to dinner at the home of Mr and Mrs Stanely. Mrs. Stanley is a big Whiteside fan. Mr Stanley is not.

    As he climbs the steps to the front door Whiteside slips and injures his hip. The local doctor quickly determines that he will need a week or more of rest and must not leave the Stanley home. The troubles are imagnineable–up to a point But Whiteside, a more or less world wide celebrity, conducts business by phone and telegram and receieves messages and gifts from his friends and admirers who pretty much run the gamut from Ghandi to the very obscure.

    Whiteside insists on taking over the lower floor of the house and since he is planning on suing the Stanleys for his injury there is little they can do about it except be obseqious(Mrs) or fume(Mr). There is a great deal of talk about the Christmas season and more about Whiteside and his activites. People and gifts come and go and Mr Stanley is irritated.,

    Whiteside actually is not having a bad time, though he is anxious to get on with his activites, when he gets a shock. Maggie has fallen in love with Bert Jefferson, a young local newspaper owner and writer and she plans to quit her job and marry him. Whiteside is appalled by the idea of her leaving her very exciting job for such a mundane existence. He is even more appalled at losing her efficincy and having to train her succssor.

    Aty this point the doctor informs Whiteside that he is actually OK–the doctor had been looking at the wrong X-rays and there is nothing wrong with Whiteside’s hip. Good news but bad timing. He can’t leave now without leaving Maggie behind him. He buys the doctor’s silence with a promise to consider the doctor’s memoirs for publication.

    It is at this point that the parade of Whiteside friends, copied like Whiteside himself from real people, begins. There is Lorraine(Anne Sheridan), reportedly a take off on Gertrude Lawrence. Whiteside gets her there to seduce Bert away from Maggie. Since he’s written a play, Lorraine, an actress, is interested. She is also spectacular, both in her glamorous appearance and her abundant personalithy. There is also Beverly Carlton(Reginald Garner)a clear take off on Noel Coward. Beverly is a playwright of such wit and humor that he is almost a match for Whiteside. There there is Banjo, a spin on Harpo Marx, He’s played to manic perfection by Jimmy Durante, but of course the fact that it’s Durante is always in your face(maybe a good thing)

    These two guys, though loyal friends of Whiteside are also friends with Maggie and sympathize with her dilemma. Each offers a contribution to the effort to pry Lorraine away and give Maggie her man. I doubt if I will be giving much away if I add that Lorraine is successfully pried. The way it happens is not too believeable, but it is a piece of comic genius. So all ends well except for the Man himself who for reasons I won’t take time to explain ends up looking at another stay with the Stanleys.

    I guess what has always attracted me about this play/movie is the exhuberance of most of its characters. They live in a world unknown to most of us, but one that may exist(or did then)out there somewhere. They are exciting and suave, chic and attractive and fascinating And despite the occasional setback and perhaps even more occasional twinge of conscience, they are having a good time. They are enjoying their lives in a time when much of the world is in pain, but they are not doing it callously but something else, perhaps desperately. They seem to me(and I like to think)that somewhere deep inside they know two things–they are very lucky to live like this and, secondly, particularly in a world such as ours, it could end, perhaps without warning.

    So for them Christmas is a time of good cheer and a little bit of icing on the cake. And while none of them takes a truly spiritual interest in it, it appears that a little bit of the spirit does seep through in the acts of friendship and indulgence which we occiasionally see. And besides that, their fun is our fun for awhile, so let them have it. So to all those denizens of the world of Kauffman and Hart, the world of Whitreside/Wolcott and the folks of the round table at the Algonquin, here’s best wishes. Enjoy your Christmas my friends. Perhaps sometime you will find a somewhat deeper meaning, perhaps not But in any event, thanks for the laughs and the glow it brought and the fun of your company along the way.

    In many ways “The Holly and the Ivy” is about as different of a Christmas movie, compared to “Man Who,” as you could imagine. Based on a very old, perhaps medievel English carol, the title really has nothing to do with the plot, except to set in mind the fact that it is Christmas time. It is a very beautiful piece of music, however, and its stage-setting aspect should not be ignored. Nor will you forget it quickly.

    The movie takes place at Christmas time, apparently 1948, in Norfolk. Norfolk is northeast of London and borders on the sea. An area of small towns and farms, at least then and maybe still, it is the perfect backfrop for this film. It is Christmas time and the Rev Martin Gregory(Ralph Richardson–later “Sir Ralph”)is expecting his family to join him. A widower, he lives with his daughter, Jenny(Celia Johnson), who serves both as loyal daughter and house keeper, and is approaching the age where she might slip into that categoary of women who never marry and spend their best years caring for aging parents or others. She is in love with David, an engineer whose work is about to take him to South America. She wants to get married and go with him, but knows her father depends upon her emotionally and otherwise, and is afraid of hurting him.

    Then there is her sister, Margaret(Margaret Leighton)who forsook Norfolk and her family’s ways for the good life or at least the high life in London where she works in publishing and socializes or more with the rich and sophisticated. Their brother, Michael(Denholm Elliott–also Uncle Elliott in the remake of “The Razor’s Edge”)is in the army but is expected to be discharged soon, His father expects him to follow in his footsteps to Camridge. Michael has other hopes and ideas.

    Somewhat in the background, but still a leading character is David. The quiet engineer wants Jenny as much as she wants him, but he can’t afford not to go ahead on his planned move to South Amerca, an opportunity not likely to be repeated. He is not a dominant character in the film, but he is to some degree the fulcrum of the plot for it is the fact of his reationship with Jenny that pulls things off their steady normal ways and introduces conflict.

    There are two particuar things I like about this film. The first is that is avoids the cliches of the un-understanding parent or the un-understanding clergyman. It’s not as if there are not real life people of that kind, but we’ve seen them so often portrayed in strictly one-dimensional style on the screen that I have tired of it completely. This 1952 film did not indulge itself in anything of that sort.

    Martin is clearly a kindly and understanding clergyman, loyally serving his parish and compassionately dealing with the issues and troubles of his flock. He is not the censorious seeker of sin to correct, but the kindly friend who has some idea of how to connect troubled people to God. It is in fact, in a way his effectiveness as a pastor that gets him into trouble with his family.

    The kids all have troubles. As noted, Jenny wants to get married but fears hurting her father. Michael feels that he has been pressured on the Cambridge thing and that he has not been listened to in a meaningful way. And he believes that he is not going to be listened to and that there’s no point in trying. This leads to an inability of the two men to connect in any calm and reasonable way.

    Perhaps the most difficult for the Pastor to deal with is daughter Margaret. Although frquently mentioned, she is not seen until about half way through the movie. She has worked for a magazine in London and lived the high life for awhile, to the extent of having an out of wedlock child of whom her family has never heard. But the child died of meningits and her relatioships went bad. Some of her wants to return to Norfolk but she’s sure her father would not understand

    So the Pastor apparently has given his love and his caring to his parishioners but not to his children But while this may be his fault-that they feel this way–it is not the truth. He has always been kindly and understanding with his people. He is willing to be the same with his children. But the adult children don’t get it and it seems never did.

    For all I know this is often an issue with clergy families, the family feeling shorted by the clergyman’s attention to his flock. But just how and why they feel this way is never devloped fully and this is the one other flaw I find in “Holly.” We never get much more than a hint as to how things have gone in the past. When it deals with the presernt however, it is extremely honest and moving. However much the kids don’t think he will understand, he does. This is a shock to them, a welcome one, but still demanding a turn around in their thinking.

    And the turn around does come. One by one, he reveals to them his frustration that his being a pastor has led people, particularly his own children, to believe he won’t understand. And since understanding human failings and pain is his buesiness, the irony is bitter to him. But he persuades the children that he does understand and he does forgive whatever there may be to forgive. And finally, he finds, they are capable of doing the same. And I guess this does help it qualify as a “Christmas movie” since it seems to be partly the holiday, though mostly the human attitufes involved which make this possible.

    This all takes shape against the back ground of a small Norfolk village at Christmas and therefore provides not only an emotional but a cultural/psychological background for the characters’ troubles and their resolution.

    The only thing wrong here is that possibly it turns out a little too well. Life is seldom so neat as to allow an aging parent to patch things up with three adult children in one visit and this may seem a bit pat. But compared to the frequent terndency to make a “Christmas movie” something that is composed of pretty scenes of snow and jingling bells and people smiling, it is a blessing to see one that is at least based in something beyond that. It is also nice to see an understanding movie clergyman who is both understanding and wise without being too pious. It is good to see this combination of restraint, decency and sanity mixed together and easy to believe it.

    So take your pick between these two movies according to–well, whatever mood you’re in at the moment, I guess. They are both worthy of your time and might each leave you feeling more Christmas-like, albeit, perhaps, in somewhat different ways. Or, here’s a thought-if you have the opportunity(your local library’s film collection?)watch both. In any event, Merry Christmas.

  • Some Christmas(sort of)reading

    Well, Thanksgiving is past and I’m not quite comfortable yet with doing something on the election, so I guess I’ll start my idea of some books you might read for Christmas–but not necessarily the ones mostly recommended, not necessarily ones clearly definable as Christmas books (Maybe I’ll try a blog on Christmas movies later) My first book is Mitch Albom’s “Have a Little Faith.” If you’re not familiar with Albom at least a little bit, the title may sound corny and something you don’t want to bother with. Hey, maybe you’ll turn out to be right. But wait a minute first …

    If you do know Albom’s work(which I knew previously only by reputation)you likely have some ideas of what a book, by him with this title would say. But, you wait a minute too …

    Albom has done a number of books over about a decade and half of writing, some fiction, some non-fiction. He is likely best known for “Tuesdays with Morrie,” which was a huge best seller a few years ago. “Faith” is actually older, copyright 2009, and called to my attention recently by a friend. I was not familiar with it before that. It also was made into a TV movie a couple of years after its publication date, something I was also not aware of.

    “Faith” is about his close friendship with a man of his parents’ generation, in this case a Rabbi. In that respect it resembles “Morrie.” But even to one who has never read the latter, it is obviously different in some significant ways. For one thing, it is really about his relationships with two men of faith, The Rabbi, Albert Lewis, and the Rev Henry Covington, an inner city minister in Detroit. The emphasis is on the former, but the latter plays an important role too.

    Albom himself was a middle class Jewish kid from NJ who started out as a journalist, in fact a sportswriter. He also wound up living and working near Detroit, a city he learned to know well and which he describes vividly at some places in this book. He became a long-time Detroit person, but still with a lot of NJ in his mind as basically his home area. Through that connection he began to renew his relationship with Lewis who had been his Rabbi when he was a boy. Lewis told him that he wanted him, Albom,, to do his, Lewis’s, eulogy when the time came.

    Albom had been raised middle class Jewish and became quite upwardly mobile. By the time he and Lewis got together again, he was already known to many people through his writing, and despite the depth shown in “Tuesdays” a few years later which moved many people very much, he was basically a non-religious or only incidentally religious Jew. His main values were work and success, although he clearly did not ignore the less fortunate or the unlucky, as his work with charities indicates.

    He visited Lewis from time to time and watched him as he declined from being a fairly healthy and still somewhat active old man, to being a sick man, with little time left. Albom followed this decline and recorded it as he considered what he was sometime going to have to do. He also used the time to think and ponder his own faith or lack of it. And along the way he crossed paths with Henry Covington, whose story he learned and recounts along with that of Lewis.

    Covington was another sort of man altogether. A black man from inner city Detroit, he had early in his life come into contact with the local drug culture, but also with the local faith community and the two mixed in his life. For a long time the drug culture won. Covington became a what most people would likely consider a gangster. A frequent breaker of the law, he was mostly a drug dealer and for sometime a wealthy one. But he fell victim to his own vice, became an addict and finally hit bottom, poor, homeless and without hope.

    Albom chronicles Henry’s struggles with himself and his surroundings, and his slow climb out of depravity and back to decency. By the time Albom knew him Henry had recovered to the point of being “straight” in the old fashoined meaning of the term He had a church in a poor area of inner city Detroit and his people nearly all had serious problems–drugs, violence, poverty, the usual inner city mixture in our country which diminishes our country and demeans many of its citizens. We get to know Henry well through Albom’s visits with him in which we hear about the desperate lack of money in his church and his neighborhood and the overwhelming odds against the people who struggle.

    Henry comes off as a genuinely reformed individual, a not common phenomena in our culture. He has genuinely forsaken his past and is now working for his and his people’s future.

    So the book proceeds with a back-and-forth approach as Mitch examines the lives of these two men, one nearly over, the other fully engaged in struggle. Both of them come off as noble in their own way. Henry is selfless in his giving of time and support. So is Albert Lewis, but he is running down down and is also philosophical. He not only is willing to share himself, he reflects on his life, his faith, and the meaning of each. The juxtaposition of these views both creates a comparison of different kinds of nobility, but also provides a bit of dynamic tension, with two similar but not exactly the same approaches.

    Albert has his doubts now and then when it comes to religion, but his answer is always his faith. He does believe in God though he may not always understand Him perfectly. But he has learned from his faith and his life, that what he needs to do is to take care of people, to make the badly off better off(economically or otherwise)and to lift the minds and hearts of his followers, his congregation to a higher level where they can perceive the pain of life, but go on. And, find it worth the effort.

    As he approaches 90 and his body weakens, his faith never varies. God is Love is, though not spoken or written exactly that way, the basis of his faith. You can serve God only by serving man, by relieving suffering and offering hope. And his congregation loved him and respected him for decades including toward the end when he was able to do very little except talk.

    Mitch describes this all with the story-telling talents of a novelist, which he also is(look up his novels on the internet–some of them sound terrific). He admires the fight each of these good men has made against pain, depression, drugs, and whatever. His last chapters are intensely moving and leave you tired, in a mostly good way. They also may leave some unconvinced aand therein lies the one weakness I perceive here.

    Mitch goes sometimes a little too far in the love will win assertion, even in the ghetto sense, in the sense that God’s love will lift all who turn to Him(and maybe some who don’t). He also may lean a little too heavily into the idea that poverty-stricken people are necessarily morally superior to richer people No, of course he doesn’t put it that way and maybe that’s not at all how he meant it. But some of his words are, if I may risk sounding pretentious, susceptible of that interpretation. Mitch says little about the questions of why misfortune seems to fall equally on the good and the not-so-good, about why misery is the constant companion of so many people regardless of economic standing.

    But I will say this for him. The end of the book is so uplifting, that it just may cure some depression and some hopelessness merely by being read. And Mitch does “get it” in the sense that if there is anything to monotheism at all, then the idea that “God is Love,” though not quite the whole story, is the best starting place and for some a good enough place to end. Though I am a religious person, I may not quite fit into Mitch’s system perfectly, I may want a bit more argumentation and discussion. But his is a place I might fit at times, and most of those who do I think are better for it-particularly if they keep in mind that not everyone will agree all the way, though few will find much to criticize in Mitch and many will praise him highly–including, come to think of it, me.

    Very near the end of the book, Mitch quotes in full his eulogy for the Rabbi. I am tempted to just repeat the whole thing here., but that doesn’t seem quite right and to take a few parts of it would fall short of doing it justice. It begins on p 235 of the Hyperion edition and can be read in a few minutes.`

    I will quote, partly, and otherwise reprise the Epilogue from pp 248-249. Here it is–

    In one of their last conversations the Reb was talking of heaven and Mitch had an idea. He asked the Reb about what it would be like if everybody got five minutes with God before moving on to whatever came next. During that time you could ask whatever you wished.

    The Reb responded that first he would ask God to show the way to members of “my family” who need help. It is not clear whether he meant his congregation family, his personal family or both. “Guide them.”

    And Mitch said OK. that’s a minute.

    The Reb said he’d ask God to give the next 3 minutes to someone who is suffering and “requires your love and counsel.”

    And in the last minute? Mitch wondered. And the Reb replied that he would tell God he thought he had been a good and loving man who had helped many people and he wondered what his reward would be. But, he thought, God would say, “Reward? What reward? That’s what you were supposed to do.”

    Mitch ends the book with “the question gets answered. God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it’s all one song–one same, wonderful human song.

    I am in love with hope.”

    There are some of us who won’t be able to go quite the whole way with Mitch’s answer. We will want to talk more and reason more and tease out the meaning behind the words. Any maybe some of us will. But regardless who does or doesn’t, maybe we all end up the same place. In fact, I think we do. Try his book-this Christmas.

    My second “Christmas book” is Krista Tippett’s “Becoming Wise–An Inquiry into the Mystery and Art of Living.” This is like Mitch’s book in that it is basically saying that postive and joyful living is possible, but first you have to get through and/or deal with the crap. Neither of them would be crude enough in their elegant writing to put it that way. but that’s about what it comes down to, so I will.

    Tippett’s book is altogether more the ambitious of the two as it breaks down such an approach to the world into five different(more or less)categories and these five plus the introductory chapter are the book. I took a quick look at what readers and critics had said about the book and my impression(based upon an admittedly short study)was that the professional critics liked it more than the public. In fact, the two I read were almost totally positive with no criticisms at all.

    I understand some of the criticims the readers made but on the whole I’m with the “real” critics in this matter. It is true, that the book has an uneven feel as it jumps from one interview subject to another, which was the basis of much of the readers’ criticism. But the overall theme, never stated quite as much as in Mitch’s book, is love and openness to experiences of the day to day world and experiences of a more spiritual nature. And I think she does a very good job of connecting these two.

    I found it worth the trip to travel through so many minds. She talks to so many people and they come from many different backgrounds. Many of them are scientists with varying degrees of interest in or belief in a spiritual realm of human existence. Many are religious leaders or at least religious people. Many are accomplished leaders in “secular” endeavors but relate to one or both of the other two, The main thing that she seeks is their views on how to be a complete person, or to make the world better by your presence(whatever your occupation) and how to live joyfully(mostly)amid the miseries of the world and the clutter of our flawed, imperfect lives.

    I will not attempt to give you a final answer from Ms Tippett. I cannot as there is none, at least in the specific didactic way so many expect. But if there was one basic statement I think would apply here, I guess it would be that we need to live with generosity and an open mind–open to other cultures, both worldly and what most people would consider “spiritual” feelings, open to other types of pesonalities and beliefs, and always ready to be surprised by something new or at least something we had not recognized.,

    In a book that is mostly interviews with people the author found fasicinating, one meets, well, interesting folks. It is perhaps well to keep in mind that not everyone in the world is capable of this kind of thought, or, more importantly, interested in pursuing it. Also, there is this– Mitch’s book is dedicated almost entirely to the message that love of others and sacrifice to help them are the main points of a good life. I don’t think Ms Tippett or any of her contributors would object to this or deny it in any way whatsoever. But I also think they search for something more–the reason behind such a view, a reason that may go beyond the compassion nearly all decent people feel at one time or another. And through so much of the book, we find stated or implied, the importance of stories. True stories about people which have defied them at times and defined them at others, and made-up stories which were made up purposely for explanation when nothing else would explain them.

    I think the best further explanation I can give you is to offer some direct quotes and/or summations of the author’s conversations which I found particularly important.

    For openers, the author comes as close as, I think, she is comfortable with, to a personal statement of faith with “If God is God–and that in itself is a crazy shorthand, begging volumes of unfolding of the question–he/she does not need us craven.

    “He/she desires us, needs us, grateful and attentive and courageous in the everyday.”

    She adds, “That fear of the religion of my childhood was about measuring up–about moral perfection, and the eternal cost of falling short. For me now, faith is in interplay with moral imagination, something distinct from moral perfection.”

    This is about as close as I can get to a statement of faith on her part and I find it quite attractive. And so do most of her interviewees, whose contributions go mostly to support at least indirectly, this point of view. for example–

    Psychiatrist Robert Coles said, responding to Krista’s question about children and mystery, “Mystery is such an important part of it. And mystery invites curiosity and inquiry.” A few lines later he invoked Flannery O’Connor–“She said …’The task of the novelist is to deepen mystery.’ And he adds “We can’t let it be. …mystery is a great challenge. It’s an invitation and it’s a wonderful companion, actually.”

    And this to some degree set the tone of the book. Nearly all of the interviewees celebrate mystery, that is unknowing and trying to learn, to explore. Of course this happens in different ways. She evokes one of the more formal thinkers of the 20th century, Reinhold Niebuhr, who began one of his best known books, “The Nature and Destiny of Man,” with “Man is his own most vexing problem..” And the vexing takes place in many ways and all cultures, and in nearly all cultures and religious traditions someone tries to deal with it. The same is true of nearly all philosophical/psychological traditions, though sometimes these get mixed up together so much it’s difficult to differentiate among them.

    Speaking for herself, Krista says, “Once upon a time I took in mystery as a sensation best left unexamined. Now I experience it as a welcome.” And a few lines later, “spiritual life is a way of dwelling with perplexity–taking it seriously, searching for its purpose as well as its perils, its beauty a well as its ravages…In this sense, spiritual life is a reasonable, reality-based pursuit. …it is … about befriending reality, the common human experience of mystery included.” And I felt I had just been made to remember something I already knew but to which I paid too little attention. And the whole book tends to do that to the reader.

    Perhaps you have heard of the people known to demographics as the “Nones.” These are the Americans, mostly young, who, if given a multiple choice of religious preferences, check the block that says “none.” Krista gives attention to a point long known but seldom appreciated in my opinion. “Nones” are not necessarily anti-religious. They are people who find the versions of religion, particularly Christianity, with which they have become acquainted not accept able. And, frankly, though I don’t consider myself a “None,” I frequently sympathize with them

    Krista says, “I don’t find it surprising that young people born in the 1980’s or 1990’s have distanced themselves from the notion of religious declaration …

    “More to the point: the growing universe of the Nones –the new nonreligious–is one of the most spiritually vibrant and provocative spaces in modern life. It is not a world in which spiritual life is absent. It is a world that resists religious excesses and shallows.” Krista doesn’t actually say this, but I will add that the “excesses and shallows” are what you usually see of religion on TV and therefore the only(or anyway almost the only)experience of religion many Americans have.

    And it is important to note that this spiritual searching extends to people often considered by many in the academic community AND the larger public automatically non-religious. Arthur Zajonc, “is a physicist and comtempletive”–a combination which, if mentioned a generation ago at a faculty party would likely have led to laughter in many places. He says to Krista, “It’s possible to have a spirituality that is not simply about faith … but that actually understands itself as committed to knowing. The practice of meditation and contemplation, which has been an important part of my life since my 20s, has led me to the conviction that there’s an experiential domain in contemplative spirituality which can become in some sense scientific–in the sense that it’s a repeatable basis of human experience.”

    Though I have no wish to compare myself to a man of this guy’s depth or spiritual/scientific experience, I have had similar feelings for a long time. I have felt that secularists who sneer at spirituality should investigate it carefully and apply their own “scientific method” before deciding to reject it.

    The last chapter is on hope and myraid examples of different hopeful expressions are there, too many to try repeating. But I wish to end where Krista does. There was a young woman, a doctor apparently or at least an employee of Doctors Without Borders who was taken hostage by ISIS and a year and a half later died in their hands. Krista was granted the right to look at the letters she had sent to her parents, and to at least some of her blog writings. In one of the latter she had written “This really is my life’s work, to go where there is suffering.” And in a letter to her parents while in captivity, she reminded Krista of “mystics and saints across the ages,figures like Julian of Norwich and Mother Teresa.”

    But Krista got to asking herself about the fact that her beautiful writings and many others would never have been read by many others if they had escaped, returned home safely. It was only the finality of what had happened that brought them to peoples’ attention. And she struggled with this and its implications.

    She does not, after all this and all that she has experienced and observed and read or talked about, offer any all-satisfying final answer. Pat answers are not her style. But she does say this-

    “Humility is a final virtue …woven through lives of wisdom and resilience …Like humor, if softens us for …beauty and questioning and all the other virtues …Spiritual humility is not about getting small, not about debasing oneself, but approaching everything and everone else with a readiness to see goodness and to be surprised. This is the humility of a child which Jesus lauded. It is the humility of the scientist and the mystic. It has a lightness of step, not a heaviness of heart.”

    She concludes that the mystery and art of living are “as grand as the sweep of a lifetime and the lifetime of a species …as close as beginning quietly, to mine whatever grace and beauty, whatever healing and attentiveness are possible in this moment and the next and the next one after that.”

    There is great wisdom and some great comfort in this book and I think the above closing statement says it as well as anything I could add. I am hesitant to compare the books, but compare I must if I’m to fulfill what I set out to do in this little exercise. Mitch’s book is the basic book of being good and living the good life for yourself and for those around you. Krista’s does not in any manner contradict him. She merely expands her thinking and her readers to higher and more difficult levels, as she acknowledges the nuances and contradictions of the world and of what we perceive as goodness and happiness. She is not afraid to ask the great questions and to give us a plethora of answers from which she more or less distills a partial answer of her own.

    We do not know everything and never will. But many of us are capable of learning a lot, and if we followed the dicates of the consciences and consciousness we meet in Krista’s book we would be better off and the world a better place. What more could we ask of her? Merry Christmas, though I hope to get back before the day with a friviolous sounding(and therfore seriously imoportant)reflection on Christmas movies. I think Krista would approve.

  • Who won the mid-term election?

    Well, it is a question. Now that we have the final results of the House of Rep seat distribution, and of the GA runoff, things are a littler more clear. than they were. But don’t count on a lot of clarity yet.

    In the House the GOP apparently won 222 seats which gives them a 9 seat majority. This is not so close as to call into doubt every vote, but it’s close enough the give the party leaders a few chills. When anything serious is being considered the leadership is going to be doubtful. Presumably they will be careful to make sure everyone is still on the reservation as the vote approaches, but this may not always be possible. It will require strong and effective leadership and that is still a question

    I would put my bet on Kevin McCarthy to be the new Speaker of the House, largely because he obviously wants it badly and does not appear to have any serious rivals. What he does have(and likely wishes he didn’t)is a lot of doubt about his leadership skills and his political ideas. These feelings are mostly with the Freedom Caucus and nearly all on the right flank of the putative Speaker.

    There are likely some doubters on his left flank too, but the moderate Republicans appear disorganized and demoralized, though perhaps not quite as much as I had expected. They do not appear in the position of constituting a serious challenge and most of them would likely settle for staying out of the fight and, if there is to be one, watching the McCarthy people and the Freedom Caucus slug it out. There is just about zero chance of anyone left of McCarthy being Speaker.

    So likely McCarthy will win the leadership role in the House. But he may find it difficult to lead. Some of the Freedom Caucus are far enough right that they might challenge him on some issues, in part because they genuinely disagree and in part because they want to show they have the chutzpa to do it. Fighting them off without offending them beyond cooperation may be difficult.

    It appears that McCarthy is still worried about the Freedom Caucus and perhaps some others to the right. Though it is always possible he believed in what he did, that could have been part of the reason for his vote against gay marriage earlier today. And why not, from his point of view? This vote will be pleasing or at least not irritating to the right. Some of the more moderate types may be slightly miffed, but are not likely to give him real trouble over it. For one thing, some of them might fear that if they give him too much opposition, it’s possible he might fail 2 or 3 times to get 218 votes for Speaker and it is just(barely)possible they might wind up the someone they (and a lot of Democrats)would perceive as worse. This is not very likely but in American politics now, you should be careful of writing off anything that is even vaguely plausible when it comes to outcomes.

    My guess is that McCarthy will be elected speaker, not without some struggle, perhaps, but not likely a big or long struggle. His rule may be a real pain, for him as much as anyone ese He follows one of the great speakers and he will have to ride herd on some unruly and not entirely rational people. He also may struggle a bit with his image as regards the former President, since he seemed originally to oppose Trump’s Jan 6 behavior, then flip to supporting it about a week later.

    Regarding the Senate–Warnock wrapped it up with about a 2.8% victory, not a big margin but also not much room for doubt. He made an intelligent and at times almost visionary speech in claiming victory and thanking supporters. Walker made a fairly graceful and honorable exit, way better than I had expected of him. He spoke the most coherently I’ve ever heard him and made no preposterous Trump-like claims about the election being “stolen” or whatever. I don’t think he’s a classy guy, but he showed some class in bowing out. It doesn’t make up for his apparent past behavior and the nasty nuttiness of his campaign, but it’s at least a start, which is more than Trump has done.

    So the Senate will be 51-49. Does this one more vote matter? Well, perhaps not as much as some Democratic leaders say, but it likely will have an effect. Manchin and Sinema will still have some power to be annoyances or worse, but it won’t be quite as easy as it was. The VP will not need to cast a vote very often, in fact not at all if Chuck Schumer keeps everyone on track. It will give a little sparkle to his title of Majority Leader and he may be able to spin that into increased authority and influence. Mitch McConnell may find he is not quite able to be as troublesome as he sometimes was, but the difference looks small.

    On the surface I think this has to count as a small (very small) victory for the Republicans. After all, they now control the House and will be in place to harass and block the Administration in many of its plans and designs. Of course, the speaker will have to look over his shoulder frequently to make sure everyone is following, but that may work out.

    But there’s always that pesky Senate and there’s the expectations game. Up until election night itself I think the Republicans and most Democrats too(to say nothing of political bloggers–I’m one)expected the GOP to have a majority of 20 seats or more. Their 9, though a victory, has to be a disappointment.

    I think that most GOP politicians realized that their chances of winning the Senate were 50-50 at best. This, however, did not prevent some of the usual extravagant claims that they would win the Senate, some of them even suggesting they might have a couple of seats to spare. But there was another GOP disappointment.

    Instead the Dems picked up one seat, running against the usual anti-White House trend in a mid-term. This was due to several causes, but one of the most obvious is surely the quality of the candidates. The GOP had several Senate candidates who were close to Trump on some of the more bizarre issues, particularly the “stolen” election thing and the Jan 6 riot. The fact that they had at least two gubernatorial candidates(PA & AZ)who were also into the extremist-type of campaigning was certainly no help. Keri Lake’s Trump-like behavior may actually have cost them the AZ Senate race, though likely Sen Kelly would have been re-elected anyway.

    In this case the fading but still powerful Trump wing of the party seems to have lost touch with political reality. Fewer voters are impressed with wild theories and extravagant behavior on the stump than was the case six years ago or even two years ago. The Republicans may still have a case or two to make with the public, but not through goofy conspiracy theories and extreme ideas. Trump could still get the nomination again, but it looks less and less likely.

    I think that the most likely thing now is that there will be some genuine attempt at bipartisanship on both sides in the new Congress. But this may be impeded some by the Trumpites on the Republican side and some of the more self-righteous leftists among the Democrats. It will require skillful political actions and a real willingness to compromise to get a whole lot done. I do have some hope that they will cooperate enough to keep the nation safe, military security wise and also financially. This would mean cooperation in giving sensible aid to Ukraine and in preventing a government shutdown or a default due to financial disagreements. The default thing is not likely but would be a real danger. The first thing a great nation does is pay its debts. Alexander Hamilton knew this even if some of today’s conservatives seem not to have noticed his example.

    So I think we have here a muted Republican victory, but only a muted one. It is accompanied by relief and even pride on the part of some Democrats and time alone will tell who was the real victor.

    I send best wishes to all for a good holiday season. I hope to be back shortly with some comments on Christmas-time reading and Christmas movies.

  • Uncertain election predictions

    It is now late afternoon in OH and the rest of the Eastern Time Zone. The polls here will be open for a few hours yet. There are reports of heavy turnouts some places, but such reports are anecdotal, maybe true, maybe not. Also, usually a large turnout favors the Democrats,, but few things are usual this year.

    In an earlier blog, 2 or 3 months ago, I predicted the GOP would take the House by winning 20 or so more seats than they currently have. This would result in a majority of at least 15 in the House, maybe more. Right now the Dems lead, but the Republicans need only a 5 seat gain to take over. This being the case, I concede the House of Rep, at least for the moment, to the GOP. A big surprise is always possible, but in this case, the possibility is extremely remote. Almost certainly the House will be led by a new Speaker, Kevin McCarthy, He will likely have a majority of around 20 seats, maybe more.

    So enough of that–I will concentrate upon the US Senate where there are still questions. There are 6 to 8 seats which are the key races here and I will briefly comment on 8 of them. There is overall agreement that many of these races are extremely close and also that the result may not be known this evening, possibly not for several days, maybe not for about a month if GA is close(see more on this later.)


    Starting East and moving West like the pioneers, I begin with NH. Sen Maggie Hassan(D) is trying to hold off the aggressive campaign of the GOP’s Don Bolduc. The latter is a MAGA Republican of many extremely MAGAish views, particularly in his support of the obvious untruth that the 2020 Presidential Election was “stolen.” Gov Chris Sununu rightly dismissed him as a nutcase(no, not using that word)but refused to say he would oppose him over “one issue.” Hey, Gov, it looks like several issues to me.

    Hassan has pointed to her loyalty to President Biden and her role in getting some of his most important legislation through the House. Nonetheless, the polls show a close race in this usually blue state. I suggest that Hassan will likely be re-elected, but not by a large majority.

    PA is perhaps the biggest race in the country in most ways. It is one of two big states where the Dems might succeed in pulling off a “flip.” We have two flawed candidates, Dr Oz who has made some questionable statements such as the one that mentioned “local” authorities as playing a role in the pro-life/pro-choice fight. What he meant by local authorities and exactly how that would work is not clear. He has perhaps done himself some good(and also respected common sense)in endorsing the President’s de-criminalization of pot users and his refusal to get on the election denier train. Nonetheless, Donald Trump endorsed him.

    John Fetterman, the Lt Gov of the State looked like a terrific candidate to some of us early on. To a large extent he still does, but his health remains a concern. He had a poor debate but has campaigned, I believe, fairly effectively since. Because of the peculiarities of PA election law and vote counting, as well as the closeness of the race, this one is not likely to be decided this evening and maybe not for several days(It took until Saturady in 2020 to make sure Biden had defeated Trump). In the end, I think it will be very, very close and I think Fetterman will squeak out a victory. But as Michael Smerconish likes to point out sometimes we predict more with our desires than our logic.

    Just West of PA is OH where I sit now in a library about 50 miles or so west of the PA-OH state line. Here we have “Hillbilly Elegy” author J D Vance, R v US Rep Tim Ryan, D. The early advantage seemed to be Ryan’s in this now more or less red state, but as money and Trumpian influence flooded the OH Vance caught up.(Vance once derided Trump but changed his mind, whether sincerely or not I have no idea, but certainly to his advantage) It is now very close and like many other places it is likely to come down to turnout. My heart goes to Ryan(as did my early vote)but my gut says Vance–but very close and perhaps not to be decided for awhile.

    Down south we have GA. This is perhaps the most visible Senate race in the US right now, Hershel Walker, R v incumbent Senator, Democrat Raphael Warnock. I originally thought that the simple facts about Walker’s past and character would be enough to defeat him but now I feel no certainly there. As voter after voter in GA has told journalists they care more about who runs the Senate than what runs Walker’s life and character, it appears he has a slight edge. I reluctantly predict he will likely win

    But there is a joker in the deck in GA. State law requires a runoff if no one gets 50% of the vote. There is a Libertarian candidate, Chase Oliver, running also. He is not likely to get much more than 2% of the vote, but if it’s really close that might be enough to require a runoff. And if the Senate vote should produce a 50-49 breakdown, then control of that chamber will depend on what happens in the early Dec runoff. If this should happen and you happen to live in GA, tighten your seatbelts. People and money, particularly money, will be coming there in huge numbers/amounts.

    To the Upper Midwest and WI–this is straightforward in some respects. GOP Sen Ron Johnson is one of the most loyal of Trump followers endorsing nearly all the former President’s ideas including the election steal untruth. Democrat Mandela Barnes, the state’s apparently sober and sincere Lt Gov is still behind, thought a large undecided vote is clouding the issue a bit.- Advantage, Johnson, though I dislike admitting it.

    AZ at least looks straightforward, though not easy to predict. Sen Mark Kelly, a sober and knowledgeable Democrat is challenged by Blake Masters, a young and spectacularly quickly rising GOP star. Masters has shown little interest in keeping his distance from Trump and, though a very successful business man seems to have little else to offer. Polls are close. I think Kelly will hang onto the seat for the Dems. It may be a long time being proved–remember AZ 2020.

    IN NV Sen Catherine Cortez Masto,D is challenged by Adam Laxalt, Att Gen and heir to a Republican tradition in the state. Cortes is the superior candidate in my opinion and while it will be close I think she’ll hold the seat.

    Finally, Alaska, which has a newish system for statewide election in which the top four finishers in the all-party primary get to the final round.. This means incumbent Republican Senator Lisa Murkowski takes on fellow Republican(Trump endorsed)Kelly Tshibaka, and Dem Patricia Chesbro. Buzz Kelly, another Republican, dropped out and endorsed Tshibaka. Murkowski is a clever and flexible politician who once beat both the GOP and Dem candidates as a write in. She will lose most of the Republican vote to Tshibaka, but will likely get a lot of Dems and Independents in her column. A close and interesting contest. Could go to Tshibaka but I put my money on Murkowski, one of the more independent Republicans in the Senate. Of course, she would vote with the party on organizing the senate and other procedural matters. Hello(maybe) Majority Leader McConnell

    So- I am showing 4 Dems and 4 Republicans winning This would suggest a continuation of the 50-50 division which has existed since the 2020 election. Of course there could be surprises in other elections which would to some degree change all of this. The only prediction I feel wiling to give now is this–The Senate may split 50-50 again and it will not split more than 52-48 regardless of which party predominates. Since the Dems “win” with a 50-50 division(as long at they stick together)they have just a smidgen of a better chance of running the Senate than the Republicans. But it’s a small difference.

    I guess time will tell, but it may take quite a bit, Meanwhile. I may be back soon to try to make up for my mistakes. Enjoy election night, folks–it’s an American night, nothing quite like it anywhere else. I hope that distinction remains–well, a distinction.

  • Movies, Books and Innocence–or Perhaps Something Like It

    The title notwithstanding, this is not intended as serious literary criticism. It is my criticism, partly of myself, and a commentary on a past time in USA History; this includes a couple of its leading cultural contributors, and the way we may relate to such works in different times and at different ages. I began this article a couple of months ago, became discouraged and set it aside, then returned and thought it was worth finishing. I hope I was right. Also, I was glad to have something to write about other than Ukraine and the US election which looms. So here are some of my more fanciful and maybe foolish thoughts-and maybe back to politics soon. It’s still awhile until the election, though it approaches more closely(But not more rapidly–I just reminded myself of one of my pet peeves. Things do not more “rapidly” approach as they get closer–time remains the same, but the closer they get–well, enough of that, anyway)

    The contributors are James Jones and John O’Hara. Both were novelists of some note in roughly mid-century(20th) USA and both had some effect upon the culture of the times and social attitudes, though as usual one should ask to what extent did they affect the times and to what extent reflect them. While not really important, I guess, I will mention that this was a time when successful novelists who were taken more or less seriously were also, to some extent, public figures.

    Some contemporaries would be John Updike, John Cheever, William Faulkner, Norman Mailer and Ernest Hemingway. I would not say the average citizen could identify them or tell anyone too much about them, but maybe the average half-way educated citizen could. I would guess this would be true of the ones I just mentioned. Both Jones and O’Hara appear to be mostly forgotten now and maybe weren’t frequently noticed that much then, although certainly their books were occasionally controversial. A few years ago, while teaching at one of Kent State’s regional campuses, I asked a female colleague who taught English if she knew O’Hara’s work. She thought she had heard of him, but nothing more.

    James Jones jumped on the scene apparently out of nowhere when, in 1950 he published “From Here to Eternity,” one of the spate of novels spawned by World War II. It isn’t exactly a war novel in that most of this story of the US Army in Hawaii takes place before the US was fighting, but it still has that feel to it and seems in the Norman Mailer tradition. It attracted attention because, in part, of its length–it ran over 800 pages and reading it took a real commitment of time and effort. Most of the attention, however, came from the content which was to a great extent profanity and vulgarity and also sex, sometimes described in some detail, though not so much that many would consider it “porn” today.

    The plot runs along three main lines. First, there is the affair between the Top Sergeant, Milt Warden, and the Captain’s wife, Karen Holmes. Karen is very unhappy with the captain who is a loser of a person, and she is ripe for an affair. Then there is the recent transfer to the unit, Cpl Pruitt, an embittered bugler and ex-boxer who has his reasons for his feelings. He has trouble with his fellow soldiers who want him on their boxing team, an offer he strongly refuses.

    As a result of his refusal he is given “the treatment” for it, brutal and unfair attitudes and actions of other soldiers at the behest of the Captain. He finds some solace with a local prostitute, Lorene, with whom he falls in love and their complicated and apparently impossible relationship is the second line in the story or the third if you count the other boxers and “The Treatment.” Finally, there is Pru’s buddy Maggio, who is a bit too unsettled and wild to fit in and who makes an enemy of a brutal prison guard.

    The language is “frank,” that is it is, I would guess, a pretty accurate reflection of how Enlisted Men in the US Army at that time, actually talked. There is vulgarity and profanity. Then there is the sex, never described in extreme detail, but more so than most American readers were used to reading.

    These things upset a fair number of people, including me. I was not ready to hear this depiction of a part of the real adult world with which I was mostly unfamiliar. But what really troubled me about the book(which was good enough to keep me reading for over 800 pages anyway)was the brutality. The brutality was both physical and moral. Much of it was found in the unremitting use of sexual terms regarding women and the lack of respect and affection with which(I thought, anyway)they were delivered. It seemed to paint a picture of a world without affection or emotion other than hatred and ambition. This, of course, is not entirely inaccurate, but it does leave out a few things. And the worst part was always the physical violence, depicted in many different situations, but particularly in the stockade. And the violence, physical and otherwise, bred a sort of despair in me even as I kept on reading.

    “Ten North Frederick” is another matter. O’Hara was an older contemporary of Jones and had been writing for more than 20 years when “Frederick” was published in the ’50’s. One important fact to mention here, is that in the case of “From Here to Eternity” I read the book first and saw the movie later. With “Frederick” it was the other way around. I really liked the movie and was eager to find out what the book was like.

    I was largely appalled. Although I could recognize, vaguely if not more so, the outline of the plot, all the humanity seemed gone from the story. The movie characters were real humans, richer and more influential than the people I had come from, but real humans, all the same. Some of them were good, at least one(the hero’s wife)really nasty, others somewhere in between.

    For whatever reason, the same characters, on O’Hara’s pages, seemed to me to have lost their humanity. There was money, and prestige and social prominence. These had all been there in the movie, but somehow were softened by the character’s vulnerability, These people seemed to have no vulnerability, except perhaps their pride and will to power. For this they would do whatever it took. Or so it seemed to me.

    There was also the sex. O’Hara’s treatment of sex was unusual by today’s standards–he more or less told you what happened without much embellishment or reference to emotion–it was actually pretty tame compared to some things available today, more of an analytic observation than a first hand account–emphasis on what rather than how, or feelings engendered. There had been a fair amount of non-marital sex in the movie, but the people involved seemed to have been genuinely in love or at least decently in lust with each other . In other words, there was real human emotion involved. In the book it seemed to be strictly a get-what-I can approach based on opportunity and a driving biological desire unaffected by longing or regrets.

    So after considering all of this for awhile, I decided to do a quick check. I was not about to re-read two such long novels,(particularly Jones’s book–“Frederick” isn’t as long) both of which I knew were important but neither of which I found inspiring. What I would do, however, was to re-read parts of each of them and see if my thoughts as a very young reader had been correct or if I had missed something important. In neither case did I do a very thorough job, but perhaps thoroughness was not necessary. I needed to find something in the books that I remembered, or at least remembered the feeling of, and see if I found my feelings to be accurate. I began with “From Here to Eternity.”

    I remembered that in the movie I had been very moved by the love story of Pru and Lorene. But I thought that in the book, the extreme vulgarity of the language and the financial aspects of the relationship prevented there being genuine feeling with which I could identify. So I looked at the part, fairly early in the book, where Pru visits with Lorene the first time. I was very impressed because–

    I was wrong. The language, though way out of bounds by the standards of my primary school and Sunday School days, was not as inappropriate as I had remembered it. And maybe connected to that, the relationship between Pru and Lorene seemed better than I had remembered it, more like in the movie. There was genuine warmth between them, even tenderness. They showed respect and genuine love or at least the beginnings of it. So obviously, something, some part of my consciousness or at least perception had changed. What? Why?

    I decided to try “Ten North Frederick.” I knew, from a paper I did in college, that O’Hara could sometimes show genuine understanding of family feelings and family loyalty. This came from a story I read and analyzed which was, I think, entitled “A Family Party.” But my recollection of this novel and the other O’Hara I had read, “From the Terrace.” was pretty much as I have described above.

    I had looked at a review in which the writer mentioned that most of the movie comes from the last 40 pages or so of the novel. This may not be entirely accurate, but it is true that the proportion given to that part of the book is greatly expanded in the film. Too much goes on in both the novel and the film to describe in detail here; suffice it to say, that there are more or less three lines in this story too. This would be Joe Chapin’s relationship with his wife, Edith; the details of their life together in (the fictional)Gibbsville, PA including a lot of analysis of the Upper Class of the time: but also Joe’s relationship with son Jody and daughter, Ann, and Ann’s friend, Kate.

    We get to see Joe more or less from about 50 on. We get to know his family and his life fairly well, including the mores and behavior of the people of Gibbsville. And then, after Ann moves to New York, there is her roommate, Kate, with whom Joe falls in love. This is towards the end of the book and precedes an italicized “Part II” which seems long at the time but is really a small part of the overall book. But the best part of the book from some points of view was the love story of Joe and Kate. followed by Joe’s descent into alcoholism and an early onset of old age.

    As with “From Here to Eternity” I was somewhat surprised, perhaps less so because I had already experienced the shock of being seriously moved by that one scene from FHTE. But there was much the same reaction. I felt originally upon reading the book that it was cold and dismissive of human relationships. I had the idea that similar to Jones’s book there was strong overlay of a kind of violence, in this case almost all psychological rather than physical. As was the case with FHTE the violence was there, but almost none of it physical. And as was the case with the other book, it was not the only thing emphasized. Yes, there was ambition-Joe has a yen to get into politics and shoot for the Presidency at one point, but fails for several reasons, none of them noble on anyone’s part, certainly not his political party’s(unnamed and obviously Republicans, but movie makers disliked mentioning partisan politics then.)

    Sure, there was a lot of talk of power, status and money. But none of this is surprising or unrealistically cynical in and of itself. There is always behind all of it, the figure of Joe Chapin, rich but not great, fortunate more than ambitious, but basically human and full of human foibles. And it is foibles mixed with his code of honor that eventually bring him down.

    In the movie there is a line by his son which I think was invented just in the movie–“He was a gentleman in a world that had no further use for gentlemen.” In both the book and the movie Joe wants to play by the rules. The one big change I do see between the two is that in the novel Kate calls off their relationship, for more or less honorable and understandable reasons. In the movie Joe does it, for extremely honorable, wise and admirable reasons, maybe ones that O’Hara thought would impress and/or be emotionally acceptable to the film audience, more so than his original ideas in the novel.

    This is a possible argument, but not one that anyone is likely to settle. What is unquestionable about both book & movie is that near the end the story becomes a chronicle of Joe Chapin’s falling into depression-induced alcoholism and this leading him to alcoholism-induced illness and finally putting an end to his life. In both he is a broken man at the end, living on his memories, mostly of Kate, and expressing his wishes, apparently honestly, that she will be happy. He is a weak man, but an honorable one, two qualities not usually linked by writers or anyone else, but I think appropriate here.

    I do not know if any others have commented on this, and being an amateur myself here perhaps I am all wrong, but–is it possible that O’Hara saw this, the decline in power and health, but maintenance of a desperate kind of(sometimes real) honor as the fate of the American upper class? Or maybe of the US itself? And if so, was he right? I don’t know the answer to this or if there is one, so I leave the question there.

    More importantly, what is it about these two novels that made them(for me, anyway)largely depressing in reading them, but then turned into movies which I found inspiring? I realize I have already posed this question. I didn’t answer it then and I guess I still won’t very fully because I’m not sure what the answer is. Apparently, there is something about the written word that(for me anyway) portrays an unfortunate situation at its most completely depressing, or at least is subject to that interpretation. At least that seems to be true for me. I have never heard of anyone else expressing this, but I doubt that I am unique in this regard or in much of anything else. This does not mean that I do not like reading fiction. I often love it. But there it is, anyway.

    As to the movie versions, perhaps there is something about actually seeing the people, observing their movements, their surroundings, and most of all their expressions that encourages a slightly less depressing interpretation. There is also the question of voices–in the movies you get to hear the tones–loud or soft, hostile or gentle, patient or not. After all, usually much is indeed in how it’s said. Of course, this would appear to be something that could possibly work in either direction, to make a new interpretation more or less depressing, depending on the circumstances and the style.

    And perhaps the movies do give you a more accessible approach to emotions, a sort of appeal the the right brain of the audience more than the left. This might make the emotional impact easier to recall and possibly easier to accept. If we view reality as a poem or song, perhaps it is easier to take and also easier to interpret with a touch of optimism. It is also possible that age plays a role here. Perhaps the youthful are more inclined to be impressed by right brain than left brain approaches, perhaps they are more inclined to dance, actually or metaphorically, and to appreciate others who do. (But then, what of the many artistic types who reach their summit when they are middle aged or more?)

    One could also speculate upon my undoubtedly sheltered childhood and adolescence. Perhaps this was my first contact with the harsh realities around me, albeit brought to me by fictional messengers, but still a valid message. And perhaps for that I should be grateful and I am(But I do remember a quotation. “It is more realistic in the sense that a nightmare is more realistic than a daydream.” I wish I could remember where I found it- a review of some kind?)

    To go further with this undoubtedly questionable line, perhaps this is what makes the lively arts, music, dancing, etc in addition to movies and the theatre, retain such a hold on us. If you can see something danced or sung or acted your emotions may(if pleased to some degree)fall into line with it. And perhaps that has something to do with the fascination a lot of people, obviously including me, have for the movies. If day to day life were written by Hollywood pros and directed by Fred Zinnemann or Sam Mendes, then maybe we could take the disappointments better and wait for the next dance or the next scene with equanimity as the memories of the recent scenes stick in our minds, and invite us to go a little further, for better or for worse, but in my scenario mostly for better. Perhaps if life really were a dance, we could bear it better, the pains and disappointments falling behind as we move on, the failures and anxieties disappearing in the flow of music and movement, the joys clinging to us, lightly but firmly(like Cole Porter’s “gossamer wings) as we move inevitably toward the end, where pain and joy are both subsumed in–what? This is, to be sure, fanciful sounding, perhaps pretentious, but after expending a lot of time and thought it seems the best I can do. This is why I like movies? Well, if it is the real explanation, or an important part of it, then so be it.

    So I have no definite answer to give you. But then you’re used to that by now, I imagine. I dislike saying anything is for certain unless I’m pretty sure of it, something that sometimes gets me into trouble but which also protects, rightly or wrongly, my sense of integrity. It would be interesting indeed to know if any of you have experienced this or anything close to it. If so, feel free to share. If you think the whole issue is a non-starter–well, it’s OK to share that too.

  • The Ghosts of Movies Past-the Two Edges of the Razor

    In my third Hays code effort I referred to the two different times(1946, 1984)when Hollywood tacked Maugham’s “The Razor’s Edge.” I got so enthusiastic about it that I found myself with more than two pages of MS which should have been about two paragraphs in that article. With some somewhat heavy handed editing I got it down to that length, but I commented that I might have more to say on the subject later. Well, it is now later. What follows is mostly exactly what I wrote before but then edited out. There are a few changes, maybe a couple of them significant ones.

    The first “Razor’s Edge” starred a romantic’s dream list of players–Tyrone Power, Gene Tierney, Clifton Webb, Anne Baxter and John Payne. What a collection of glamour–but also of genuine talent. Maugham himself is a character in the film, portrayed by Herbert Marshall. He asserts (in the novel)that this was a true story. As a concept and in the way it is done, it is obviously a novel, a story-but apparently one that is actually, in large part true, though no one knows who the real people were–at least I don’t. Having the story teller also as a character works well enough in the original, but was dropped, I’d say wisely , in the remake where I think it would have seemed corny and artificial. Much as it will sound like a soap opera, I am going to give you a brief outline of the plot because the two movies are very alike but also very different.

    The story begins in Chicago shortly after WWI where we meet Larry Darrell(Power), his fiancee, Isabelle(Tierney), their friend, Sophie(Baxter), Isabelle’s uncle(Webb) and another friend, Gray(Payne). Larry is troubled by his experiences in the war and not enthusiastic about a career in the Chicago financial world. He would like to have Isabelle with him as he wanders, looking for meaning, but he does need to wander. Isabelle is beautiful, rich, cultured and just about perfect in every respect–but she lacks some kind of inner subtlety that would help her to understand Larry. Sophie is sweet and rather unsophisticated compared to Isabel, but happy with her husband and looking forward to a fulfilling family life. Uncle Elliott is a snob and to many irritating in an effete way. But he is also smart and sophisticated and behind his cynicism there lurks some good sense and some longing, the latter expressed mostly in silly, prideful attitudes. Gray is a young man about the same age as Larry who looks forward to a career selling bonds on State Street(well, metaphorically, anyway).

    Larry and Isabelle seem truly in love but are unable to agree on life styles. They separate, at least temporarily, and Larry goes to Europe to find himself, or something. A visit from Isabelle and her mother is joyful at first but a long run failure as it becomes clear that the separation is not going to end, not immediately, and maybe never. There is simply too much disagreement between them in values. Larry, inspired by a friend at one of his menial jobs, goes off to India. There he studies eastern faiths, apparently mostly Buddhism, and after spending some time with a master and more time alone in the mountains he apparently reaches some kind of enlightenment, after which he returns to Paris.

    He eventually learns that, tragically, Sophie’s husband and her baby were killed in an accident. His one time love, Isabelle married Gray and they started a family. Elliott is there too and serves as a friend/counsellor, but not one Larry necessarily agrees with. After the 1929 debacle Gray loses much of his money and a lot of small investors who trusted him do the same or worse. Gray falls into a slough of guilt and depression.

    Larry does seem to have a kind of inner peace, but is saddened by his friends troubles. Gray is suffering from severe head pain and severe depression. Larry uses his training from his study to help Gray who seems to recover. But then there’s Sophie. Gray, Isabelle and Larry cross paths with her in a nightclub. She is now an alcoholic and drug addict, and , apparently, at least a time-to-time prostitute. She obviously needs help and it’s going to be more difficult than helping Gray was.

    Larry, out of kindness, and in following his philosophy, tries to help her and predictably they fall in love. But Isabelle, still unable to overcome her feelings for Larry, tempts her with liquor and she is unable to resist. As a result, she returns to her low-life friends and winds up as a murder victim.

    I watched the remake version again before finishing this article. I changed my mind a bit–as follows.

    There is very little difference in the story line of the two versions, in fact almost none. The remake, however, at times has a different feel to it. There has always been some critical controversy over this film, but the tendency was, for a long time, for most of the critics to like the original more than the remake. This seems to have changed, and perhaps rightly.

    The remake is remarkable in being so much like the original and yet in feeling so much different. Bill Murray played Larry and he was the only “star” in the cast which made it very different from the original which was more or less literally star-studded. Denholm Elliott( Uncle Elliott, a near perfect successor to Webb) was the only one of the other leads who was even close to being well-known at the time. Theresa Russell(Sophie), Catherine Hicks(Isabelle)and James Keach(Gray) were all good actors who had fairly long careers, but none ever was established in the popular mind or eye as star quality, whatever that meant in the ’80’s and 90’s. There is interesting information about all of them on the internet.

    The remake is, in my opinion, a frustrating mixture of good and bad, though I must admit I have fondness for it. Where the original began with a big party in 1919 Chicago, the remake began before the war and, in about a quarter hour, covered Larry’s wartime experiences. This includes the death of his friend Piedmont, who died saving Larry. The critics have tended to condemn about everything about the pre-1919 part, but it is actually a mixture of good and bad–some poor direction, some less than good dialogue and some much better, and a grim depiction of being at the front in WWI. When Piedmont is killed, Larry makes a speech that begins, “He was a slob.” It goes on to leave hardly a dry eye in the theatre, I’d wager.

    After the wartime scenes, Larry returns to the US and the plot is very much the same as the original. There are a few big differences. In the original Larry is at first, at least, a fairly conventional guy who develops a thing about guilt and meaning and has to pursue it for his own peace. He needs to explore a nagging in his mind about why he survived and about his place in the world. Bill Murray played him as largely a “holy fool.”(This term, mostly from Eastern Orthodox Christianity, means one who acts foolish or even demented but who is in possession of extraordinary spiritual gifts and understanding) Now both of these are reasonable interpretations of the character, though I imagine the first one is closer to what Maugham had in mind. And likely the audience, if not the Hays Office, would have objected to the remake’s rather loosey-goosey approach to religion and philosophy, even though it seems the two films are more or less equally deep, though in somewhat differing ways.

    The visit of Isabelle and her Mom to Paris is much the same in each version, but with important differences or at least indicators. In the original the poverty-stricken nastiness of Larry’s neighborhood is shown in passing. In the remake it is shown more straightforwardly. In the original the possibility that Isabel and Larry had sexual relations is hardly even hinted at. In the remake she spends a night in his apartment and is aghast at the lower class characters with whom she has to share the, uh, facilities.

    I find it difficult to decide which is better in the spiritual quest part, Larry’s trip to India and his learning there. The master is more formal in the first. He, perhaps is more realistic in the remake. Both are very good portrayals. The former does more “instructing” and I think this was maybe the better way to go since I imagine the audience needed(needs) more. Both portrayals seem reasonably possible. Larry’s “enlightenment”(or whatever) is rather indefinably different in the two versions, but ends with pretty much the same effect. This is fairly important, because it is the fulcrum of the later plot and of Larry’s character, but I’m not sure which does a better job.

    Towards the end of the remake one feels a hopelessness for Sophie that was still partly hope in the original. In the remake it is more clear that she will not reform again. She has slipped beyond Larry’s love and care and is simply lost.

    Both films end with Larry’s decision to return to the US, after some kind of spiritual confrontation with Isabel about her role in Sophie’s fate. Is is handled discreetly and with restraint in both cases–the remake version may be a little better. It includes a line from Larry about “rewards” for “doing good” which sends him back home and the viewer out the door with mixed and profound feelings and an empty place in the heart.

    I guess I hold with my original idea the the first is slightly better. But the second is much better than I suggested earlier and I am glad that I watched it again. It is way better than most of the critics thought. And Murray’s portrayal of Larry is a heartbreaking, laugh-inducing coup d’etat, one of the best he has ever done. If you want a final word on them in the class room sense–well, A- to the first and B+ to Murray’s version. I suggest you see them both–they’re worth it.

  • The Queen and the Hero–Elizabeth & Winston Churchill

    It is my hope to do several short articles on Queen Elizabeth II and history, likely spreading them over perhaps a fair amont of time. This is, I hope, the first of, oh, maybe a half a dozen.

    Elizabeth was likely the most influential Briton of the 20th century and succeeded in extending her position well into the 21st. Her only real competition for this position would have to be Sir Winston Churchill, the greatest British leader of the 20th century, perhaps any century. You do not have to agree with everything about Winston, do not need to approve of every one of his opinions or actions(I don’t)to consider him great. But great he was in my opinion despite a few mistakes, sometimes serious ones. John O’Hara once pointed out that since he was in positions of power his mistakes tended to be disastrous– true enough, but for the same reason, his victories were magnificent and the biggest one, over the Axis Powers, was his greatest contribution to his country and the world.

    So we have here the most effective Queen since Elizabeth I and one of the prime movers of Western Civilization of the second half of the 20th century, and the greatest conqueror of evil during that century–well beyond it, in fact. My purpose here is to look at their relationship, see how they dealt with and influenced each other and ask if any significant conclusions may be drawn from all this.

    Elizabeth was born in 1926 and the earliest known Churchill reference to her in writing is in a letter to his wife about two years later. He commented on her “air of authority & reflectiveness, astonishing in an infant.” Astonishing in a two year old it certainly would be, but apparently Winston was gifted with extraordinary depth of perception into the human personality. He does seem to have been with a number of people later on.

    Churchill’s career is well known, particularly through victory in WWII. Most of the rest of it is fairly well know to anyone interested, but it may be well to mention a few facts. Resigning as PM after the Conservative defeat in the 1945 election, he became, as the party’s leader in the Commons, automatically the leader of the the Opposition, a position he would hold for about 6 years. During this time he is known particularly for actions and opinions on foreign affairs, mostly the decline of the Empire and the Soviet-Western relationship. This latter one included his involvement with the new issue of nuclear weaponry

    Regarding the Empire he was opposed to most of the dismantling which was obviously coming, but powerless to prevent it. He was what today is defined as “on the wrong side of history” there. I think he may have grasped that this “wrongness ” was strong, if not in ultimate terms, at least in short run expediency and perhaps more. There was little he could do about it. Not much of the dismantling took place with him in power, but what had happened and was about to happen was clear.

    Regarding the East-West matter there was more he could do and he did. At first he believed that the US was in error in, if not “trusting” Stalin, at least giving in too much to his wishes. He wanted to seize Berlin at the end of the war before the USSR could and he was angry about the refusal of the US to cooperate. Most famously Churchill made the “Iron Curtain” speech in the US and provided a phrase which would be used for a generation or more, a phrase which denoted the division of Europe. He was seriously mistrustful of the USSR and as was natural given his experiences, inclined to see Stalin as another Hitler who had to be resisted, one way or the other.

    There is some indication that sometime before the Soviets acquired the A-Bomb, he may have advocated to the Americans that they consider an atomic “first strike” which a powerful and threatening but non-nuclear USSR would be unable to resist. Or he may have been essentially saying that the US should threaten the USSR with such a strike if they didn’t hold to the US line in European affairs. I checked 3 or 4 sources on this and the evidence is not overwhelming, but does lean toward a very aggressive attitude—much more so than the US at that time–and a willingness to consider the use of the A-Bomb.

    This changed dramatically after 1) The USSR become a nuclear power and 2) the Hydrogen Bomb came into consideration.(One could also add after the beginning of the Eisenhower Administration) Although I think he was a bit overly aggressive in the atomic threat/use issue, given his background and the miseries of war he had to lead the UK through, it was understandable. He changed quickly when he came more fully to understand what nuclear weapons might actually do to the world and what mankind would go through if they were used. By the early fifties he was, though still strong for defense, an opponent of nuclear carelessness and an upholder of caution in nuclear matters. I found one article which suggested that Churchill, an agnostic as far as one can tell from his public record, even drifted toward religion as his anxiety for humankind increased, mainly because of the continuing arms race, then just getting going, between the two nuclear superpowers.

    During most of this time Elizabeth and Churchill had minimal contact. He was, after all, the leader of the party out of power and the royals had to deal with Atlee’s Laborites in day-to-day matters. During this time, Elizabeth grew up and more. After serving as a driver and mechanic during the war, she was an experienced if very young royal with some first-hand understanding of the world of power. She was also deeply in love with her second cousin, Philip of Greece, whom she married at the age of 21, and with whom she quickly bore two children, Charles and Anne. She expected it would be a long time before she would actually take on the symbols and to some extent the reality of power.

    It was not to be. Early in 1952 she and Phillip began a tour of the Commonwealth. They were in Africa when she got the telepone message that George VI had died– unexpectedly , though it was widely know his health was poor. They immediately flew home. Her coronation would not be for about a year, May, 1953, but to the extent the monarch still held some reins of power(and to some extent he or she did)they were in her hands now.

    Churchill was depressed at the idea at first, commenting on her youthfulness and lack of experience. Anthony Lascalles, private secretary to George VI and the new Queen suggested to Winston that he would find her beautiful, poised, intelligent and fully capable of understanding the problems of a PM. And Winston was PM again now–in a 1951 election weirdly similar to two 21st century US Presidential elections, the Laborites had gotten more of the popular votes, but the Conservatives had won a majority of Commons seats. Winston was PM again almost immediately.

    The record shows that Winston was very unhappy. He had greatly admired(thought they did not always agree)George VI and had been friends and partners is guiding their country through the war. Churchill would seriously miss his old friend and comrade. He found, however, that Lascalles was right about the new Queen. She was everything he said and more. Both she and Churchill had a well developed sense of humor and they enjoyed each other’s company immensely. The staff reported “peals of laughter” often emerging from their weekly meetings. There is no indication that they ever disagreed seriously on an important issue, and Churchill proved a wise teacher and she an apt pupil in studying the ways of power.

    But there were difficulties for the old/new PM. For different reasons, some personal and some political, he no longer was an unquestioned leader as he had(almost)been during the war. A new generation was rising in the nation and in the Conservative Party. He was 76 when he took the reigns of power for the 2nd time and his health was beginning to fail. He tried and largely succeeded for some time to keep this unknown to the public and even many politicians, but this could not go on indefinitely.

    In the spring of 1953 he suffered a serious stroke. This was kept a carefully guarded secret and, incredibly he presided over a cabinet meeting the next day and no one noticed there was anything amiss. But it was several months before he was fully(or nearly so)recovered. He hated giving up power and leaving problems for people whom he thought(sometimes correctly)weren’t up to handling them, but there was another stroke later on and some thought his vigor and his attention span both showed signs of declining. After several delays, the moment finally came in April, 1954. Churchill resigned as PM, no doubt realizing that he would fade from the public mind somewhat now, but slowly and never completely.

    The night before he left office, Elizabeth and Phillip dined with the Churchills at 10 Downing St. This was an unusual and a aignificant matter for the monarchy and indicated the regard in which they held Winston. Already a Knight of the Garter, he could have joined the House of Lords. Elizabeth offered to make him Duke of London, but he refused. This refusal was partly because of complications regarding his somewhat unstable son, Randolph, who would have been heir to the title. But it is likely true that Winston was being honest when he said he wished to remain in the House of Common. And remain he did until 1964, when a broken hip and other health issues made him no longer functional in a public role.

    Winston died in January of 1965, aged 90. His death took place on Jan 30, the anniversary of his father’s death and the month and day he had predicted for himself years earlier. As on other occasions, he was inexplicably right.

    His funeral was watched by thousands in the UK in person and millions on television around the world. Many of them may have understood, at least subliminally the symbolism and irony. He was born in the reign of Queen Victoria and now the Beatles were dominating British culture. The differences could hardly have been more stark.

    But there was one more honor. It was traditional for the Queen to be the last person to enter at a funeral. But at Churchill’s, Elizabeth arrived early, not wanting to take away any of the honor and accolades due the Churchill family that day. Many others would have made a similar decision had it been possible for them to do so, and so far as I know, no one ever criticized the Queen for her breaking precedent.

    She would have 14 more Prime Ministers. She would be close to some of them, but never as much again as with Churchill. I shall, I hope, reflect a bit more on their relationship in another blog.