I’ve always hated winter, but for a long time I made my peace with it by rereading the middle section of John Knowles’ “A Separate Peace,” a novel that was in a sense the inspiration for my forthcoming novel, “Water Music.” Indeed, Knowles’ novel has had such an effect on me that although I haven’t reread it in years, I think of it often when I pass the local high school athletic fields but especially in winter when the fields are blanketed by snow.
“A Separate Peace” is very much a story about the games men play, or rather, the games boys play, in this case a group of Devon School (i.e. Phillips Exeter Academy) students, at loose ends during the summer of 1942. The story is bracketed by that summer and the one that follows. But its heart is the winter in-between, a winter that will both insulate the boys from the war that is taking a terrible toll around the world and isolate the rivalries and jealousies that are at the heart of all wars.
Phineas – Finny to his friends – is the charismatic athlete around whom the story and the boys’ extracurricular life revolve. Gene is the introverted, intellectual best friend who admires Finny’s intangibles – until he feels that they are striking at the heart of his own identity. Read more
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Baby New Year is still in swaddling clothes and yet, certain things are already trending:
Indigo – The deepest of blues is everywhere, from catalogs for stores like Nordstrom and Pottery Barn to a recent Thames & Hudson book, “Indigo: The Color That Changed the World” by Catherine Legrand. Makes sense. Blue is always a good color to take you into spring and summer. And its inkiness makes it such an intriguing alternative to black.
Cancer – Is it just me or does it seem like everyone you know has it or is being tested for it? Turns out, according to The New York Times, that it’s the inevitable byproduct of the genetic mutations that have made evolution a success. Gee, that’s comforting.
And bisexuality – Also per The Times, it’s hip to be bi, except to gay men, who suspect bi men are just in deep denial of their gayness. Read more
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Congrats to Colin Kaepernick and the San Francisco 49ers for taking it to Aaron
Rodgers and the Green Bay Packers Sunday in frigid Lambeau Field, 23-20. Give Aaron, who must still be smarting from that recently broken collarbone, credit for keeping the Packers in it. But once again, Colin was able to beat them with his head, arm and legs – a complete performance.
Maybe now we can stop hearing about how the Niners made a mistake getting rid of QB Alex Smith (whose Kansas City Chiefs lost, by the way, Saturday) and keeping Colin. It’s like the guy who’s been divorced and remarried for 20 years and all his family and friends can do is talk about what a great woman the first wife was.
Look, it’s over. As Hugh Grant would say, “That train has sailed.”
Right into Colin-land – a country in which I’m happy to dwell. Read more
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I had a magical New Year’s Eve in part because I went to see the film “Saving Mr. Banks,” which tells the story of how a folksy, wily Walt Disney cajoled – actually, “prevailed upon” would be a better choice of words – a frosty P.L. Travers to sell him the rights to her “Mary Poppins” books so that he could make the film we all know and love. This movie features superb performances led by Emma Thompson’s commanding turn as Mrs. Travers – never P.L., Pamela or Pam, a nom de plum anyway; a subtle one by Tom Hanks as Walt – never Mr. Disney; and a charismatic appearance by Colin Farrell as the imaginative but alcoholic father who gave Mrs. Travers so much material to work with. (The title refers to the character of the father in “Mary Poppins,” a put-upon bank executive who learns the importance of being a parent, and indeed Mrs. Travers’ father was a bank manager, though not as successful as the father in the “Mary Poppins” film.)
Like the clumsy novel and movie “Atonement,” “Saving Mr. Banks” asks you to consider whether art can redeem the past. Unlike “Atonement,” “Saving Mr. Banks” understands that the answer to that question is “Alas, no.” Read more
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So after losing to Stanislas Wawrinka in the quarterfinals of the Australian Open, Novak Djokovic elected not to play the first round of the Davis Cup against Wawrinka and Roger Federer, who had chosen to descend from Mount Olympus for the occasion, thereby virtually ensuring that his beloved Serbia would lose to Switzerland.
Nole claimed exhaustion and instead went skiing. (His parents were skiers under the old Communist system in the former Yugoslavia.) And while the Serbian Davis Cup team coach Bogdan Obradovic defended that decision, saying Nole has always been there for his country, others wondered why.
“I’m sure he’s exhausted after playing five matches,” one poster wrote sarcastically. (I love how the Internet has given us ignorant snark the way swamps once bred yellow fever.) Read more
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To Julie Chu of Fairfield, Conn. and Josephine Pucci of Pearl River, N.Y., who made the U.S. women’s Olympic hockey team bound for Sochi. The team was announced New Year’s Day during the annual outdoors Winter Classic, this year held at Michigan State in Ann Arbor, where the Toronto Maple Leafs defeated the Detroit Red Wings 3-2 in a taut, fascinating contest despite the snow (or maybe because of it). Congrats, all. Read more
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So I’m Googling Aaron Rodgers to give him a shout-out on Twitter for having the guts to come back from a broken collarbone and maneuver the Green Bay Packers into the playoffs when up pops this stuff about him being rumored to be gay and how the personal assistant (code for boyfriend) left him after he reneged on coming out.
Rodgers addressed the issue Tuesday on his weekly radio show.
"I'm just going to say I'm not gay," he said on 540 WAUK-AM in Milwaukee. "I really, really like women. That's all I can really say about that."
Here’s what I’ve learned from life thus far: No one ever really knows anyone. He could say he was gay, straight, bisexual, neither and we still wouldn’t know any more than we do right now. So I figure as long as people aren’t hurting others, they are entitled to their privacy.
Which brings up an interesting question: When does truth trump privacy? Read more
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