Tuesday September 16th 2014 Tim
I'm kind of enjoying One
Small Boy. I didn't think I would, because in those days
there was an element of what I'll call condescension.
Which I'd argue is given stature these days through the
expression 'trickle down.' But it's better to go red,
think of it as the 'machinations of the grubbing elites'
and set it within the context of a power structure with
a heart beat in Cancun or the Wal-Mart.
Writing about it has always been difficult for me. On the
one side I stand with a sword in my hand, an oath in my
heart and call it bloody ignorance, while my toes will curl
at the memory of it. On the other side I stand in the shoes
of a watcher, as dull as an historian and impotent.
Nonetheless, I am kind of enjoying One Small Boy, and this
is probably because I am old and accepting.