I‘m so looking forward to being able to read this to my granddaughter.
I‘m glad I allowed myself some distance between the movie which I saw in 1980, and reading King‘s masterpiece. Just a few decades to clear the pallet.
Oddly, despite being underwhelmed by this book, I still want to read the next in the series.
Jamison‘s honest description of her “what it was like, what happened, and what it is like now,” is masterfully used to expose addiction‘s nightmare, especially writers, and stands as one more lighthouse for those still suffering addicts and alcoholics. We can never have too many because even those of us who have stayed clean and sober, a day at a time need them no less than those seeking their first breath of freedom from addiction‘s suffocation.
Like most whose lineage straddles both federal and butternut, and separated from America‘s worst nightmare by three generations, I was introduced to Shelby Foote by Ken Burns via the 1990 PBS documentary The Civil War. His pride in the sons of the South, and his gratitude for their defeat, transform military tedium into familial lore.
Welcome to the lukewarm. It‘s comforting to see a father and son work so hard to protect their love for one another after such a profound spiritual separation, but there is little passion beyond that. Tony Campolo has long been one of my favorite theologians, so it‘s possible I expected too much. Regardless, this was disappointing.