My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
A New Guide
In this process -- whatever we might call it -- there are junctures where what had seemed so accurate and compelling are of no further use. They were important guides and do not now become false. Rather, they cease to be as essential as once they seemed and a new model, guide, or formulation becomes necessary. Just what it will be in its final form remains to be seen.
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