father, dear father, come home with me now ....


Subject: father, dear father, come home with me now ....
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Sat Sep 02 2000 - 07:12:48 GMT


    It's a little unfashionable nowadays to associate
    genius with madness. They tell us that exceptionally
    gifted children, far from being the maladjusted swots
    & misfits as we'd all hoped, tend to be bigger, happier,
    more beautiful, more naturally athletic & better adjusted
    socially than the rest of us.

    But j'ai mes doutes.

    This latest apparent confirmation of Salinger's grotesqueries
    coincides with my reading, over the past week or two,
    of biographies of Hemingway & Tolstoy. And, by golly,
    none of these chaps would have looked out of place sitting
    in my waiting room.

    I think the very compulsiveness needed to carry you through
    X thousands of pages (endlessly corrected) of inner fantasy
    denotes, in itself, a fair degree of mental disturbance.
    Add to that the neurotic exhibitionism that scrambles
    desperately to display all this before the eyes of the largest
    possible number of strangers - & you're looking at a pretty sick
    brew.

    Count Lev is my personal favourite but even he managed,
    with the best of intentions, to subject his wife to what
    Andrew Wilson describes as the best documented &
    unhappiest marriage in the history of literature. And while
    Don Ernesto is sometimes conceived as a rollicking bear who
    didn't always know his own strength, the truth seems rather
    different. Long before the drink got the better of him,
    he had revealed a manipulative & nastily begrudging personality
    who regularly let slip glimpses of an distinctly Hieronymus Bosch
    interior.

    It's surely no great revelation to hear that Jerome subsists
    on nuts, young girls & the occasional refreshing glass of pee.
    Something similar was reported of that well known 'fakir in
    a loincloth', Mahatma Gandhi.

    It goes without saying that I do NOT share Cecilia's
    protective instincts. It seems to me ludicrous for a man
    who has made many millions parading in public his own
    contrivances to complain when his daughter gets a little
    of her own back - a daughter whose father, by the looks
    of things, managed to screw up pretty comprehensively.

    Scottie B.

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