January 15, 2009


Paul Pesce, 83

Salon has introduced a series on love, and hopefully it won't be as terrible as the NYT Modern Love Series that debuted last year (painfully bad stuff there, for the most part.)

I've linked the initial piece. It's a true story, told to an interviewer (the writer John Bowe), and I think it's pretty amazing. It just flew off the page and landed in my gut, warts and all.

Trust your instincts before you head to the letters. I swear, speak honestly these days, and prepare to be filleted and judged. Maybe if we had more honest people (as opposed to liars and fame-seeking exhibitionists) openly writing and speaking about love, children, parents, expectations and life, we'd have far fewer walking wounded, letting their life leak out of them like a punctured tire.

4 Comments:

Anonymous buzzwhack said...

I read it, sounds pretty passionless. I was surprised to read they were lovey dovey. Paul made her sound like an automaton.
There's more to life than work, which, thank heavens, he learned as evidenced by his travels and costumes. The interesting thing here is that generation had the commitment if not the outside fire while ours has the fire and no commitment.

January 15, 2009 12:45 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

And here, our opinions differ. He hit his wife. A woman. In the face. His memory of that shameful incident is more clear than others.

January 15, 2009 1:46 PM  
Anonymous edgaress/bb said...

My bride and I are of ‘that generation’. We are grateful for buzzwhack’s assessment. Nothing remains but to die well as we play out the last act of our passionless commitment. But she smiles to recall,

‘And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death’.

January 15, 2009 1:58 PM  
Anonymous buzzwhack said...

"He hit his wife.."
I forgot that part!

January 15, 2009 11:02 PM  

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