Saturday, September 1, 2007
Oh, swell. Arthur Miller had a son with Down's Syndrome that he abandoned in an institution, and conveniently forgot to mention that in his memoirs. (HT Instapundit.) I wonder if he knew his dad was the conscience of his generation.
This emboldens me to observe that the last time I watched Death of a Salesman I reluctantly reached the conclusion that it kind of sucks. Just as my mother always thought.
And then there is that stupid play about the guy who sold defective parts to the Army Air Force in WW2, like arms profiteering was the most salient event of defeating fascism in Germany, and Japan, but unfortunately not the Soviet Union.
And The Crucible, of course. Except the Salem ladies very probably did not actually enter into contracts with Satan, while Alger Hiss was in fact A. Commie. Spy.
I am so done with all the self-congratulatory left-wing cant that passed for American letters for the 30 or 40 years after WW2. A wasteland indeed.
Well, we won the Cold War. I guess they can have their crappy plays.
Also via Instapundit, this gets it exactly right.