Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Sunday, February 7, 2021

Kurt Vonnegut: Long Walk to Forever

Charles Haines reads my favorite short story...

Long Walk to Forever
Kurt Vonnegut
1960


If you prefer to read this lovely piece, find it here.  It's a quick read, about four pages long.  There are a number of film adaptions.  You can find most of them on YouTube.  But personally I don't think any of them are any good.  The production values, casting, and acting just don't live up to the quality of the text.

It is interesting to note that Vonnegut himself did not much care for this story.  It is certainly an atypical piece for him.  He thought it sickeningly sweet.  And to be fair, I guess it is.  But I have always found it quite moving.
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Sunday, March 18, 2012

Searching for Alice

Perhaps you know the work of one of my favorite authors, Calvin Trillin.  He is often described as a journalist.  But I think of him as a master essayist.

He frequently included his wife, Alice, in his work.  He wrote about their adventures big and small, and about their life together.  Alice and I this, and Alice and I that.  He not only writes about their adventures, but delights in writing about Alice’s reactions and opinions and responses.  As one reads Trillin, a careful observer comes to discover that, in fact, she is the central character.  It’s all about Alice.  All of it.  He is either writing about her or not, but he is always writing for Alice.

He admits this in one of his later books on the dedication page.  I cannot quote it verbatim, but it was something like:
I wrote this for Alice.  In fact, I write everything for Alice.

Personally, I like to believe this is true.  He wrote everything for Alice.  And, if anyone else was interested in what he had to say, well, that was a bonus.

Anyway, a few years ago, Alice died.  You can imagine the response from his loyal readers.  He quoted from some of their condolence letters in a subsequent book, called About Alice.  I found one comment particularly memorable.  A woman wrote to Trillin and said that she asks herself:  Does my boyfriend love me?  And, will he love me like Calvin loves Alice?

A high bar indeed.
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