Me again, not as frivolous as last entry.
How is this for a start, I was re-visiting Philip Roth... even though he said of Himself in 1972 “The cruelest thing anyone can do with ‘Portnoy’s Complaint’ is read it twice.” I have just re-viewed: The Spy Who Came In From the Cold. In it, Claire bloom, with whom Philip was espoused. It always fascinates me to know Who married Who, When and Why and for how long? Perhaps because of my history of three marriages. I can answer for ‘me’ as to Who, and When, but for the life of that same ‘me’, I can’t tell you the Why in any of those cases. I do remember shortly after college, picking up a used book by Roth at Pereine Books on the campus. His writing style totally appealed to me and the intensity behind the images beckoned. I now know more of his life and travails which demands I return to his pen, on an unexpected chilly day in May for God’s sake. Some words, just found, bring warmth, “All that we don’t know is astonishing. Even more astonishing is what passes for knowing.” ― Philip Roth.
This Pandemic is reflective of a strain of wisdom within us, but eludes heeding. The unending Quarantine plants the ‘need’ to hear… alas. Time however, befriends curiosity… and can spawn relevant revelations.