(Gunky being the term for the particular mental illness in the family of the dead husband of the protagonist in Stephen King’s Lisey’s Story. I picked its CD version for the commute thinking it was King’s fully formed portrait of a resourceful woman who survives a challenging life, and it is, but her challenges include […]
Month: April 2007
One-man U.N.
Let us praise World Bank prez Paul Wolfowitz, not Clintonize him. The Wall Street Journal and other leading news media report that the former Pentagon official has steered his close female friend Shaha Riza to a good job down at the store, not to mention security clearance. Did someone say clearance, as in sale? Wolfowitz […]
Salman and the Sea of Stories
Copyright 2007 Ben S. Pollock “In light that your entire talk focused on the importance of the imagination and getting at truth through invention, Mr. Rushdie, would you analyze, discuss or comment on the widespread public infatuation with memoir?” The UA moderator cut the 15 minutes of Q-and-A precisely. I wasn’t next at the microphone […]
National Columnists’ Day
On April 18, 1945, a Japanese sniper took out Ernie Pyle during a Pacific Island skirmish. Pyle was a beloved newspaperman, whose columns were anticipated by millions of readers of hundreds of newspapers. You couldn’t say that about a lot of journalists then, much less now. Most war reporting was conducted at the officer level, […]
Blasted Commercial
The first-day coverage of the Virginia Tech shootings was, compared to most similar events, surprisingly restrained. CNN was unbearably repetitive. I couldn’t see more than five minutes at a time, due to impatience, but wasn’t it wonderful that the cable news station of excess kept guesswork and pseudo-psycho-pap about the shooter to a minimum. But […]
Mea Gulpa
Writer Salman Rushdie is coming to town, and I recalled I wrote a column about his troubles. It was a peach, in my fuzzy memory, so surely I had posted it online, right? Well, it is there, now. It was from 1989, and I had to type it in earlier today because I wrote it […]