This past week produced two moments that were parsed endlessly and yet little understood. One involved former New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg telling CBS’ Gayle King that his Democratic rivals could’ve made a lot of money to spend on their campaigns. The other involved House Speaker Nancy Pelosi separating President Donald J. Trump’s personhood from his actions in responding to Sinclair Broadcasting’s James Rosen asking her if she hated the president. Neither Bloomberg’s remark nor Pelosi’s response were satisfactory, revealing a lack of critical thinking.
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Becoming the enemy: Trump and U.S. war crimes
At the end of Alfred Hitchcock’s haunting “Vertigo” (1958) — perhaps his and cinema’s best — James Stewart’s detective figures out that the woman he’s fallen for (Kim Novak) is nothing but an imposter hired by a murderous husband to help make his wife’s death look like a suicide. And what clues him in? His beloved puts on a necklace that belonged to one of the dead woman’s ancestors.
“You shouldn’t keep souvenirs of a killing,” he tells her as he confronts her in the film’s harrowing final scene. “You shouldn’t have been that sentimental.”
“You shouldn’t keep souvenirs of a killing”:: I was reminded of that line as President Donald J. Trump prevented the demotion of Naval Special Operations Chief Edward Gallagher….
Read MoreTrump and the empathy paradox
On Nov. 20 — which, as it turned out, would’ve been the 94th birthday of onetime Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy, who was assassinated by Sirhan Sirhan on June 5, 1968 — PBS’ “Nova” aired a fascinating program, “The Violence Paradox” — one that said a lot about the paradox of empathy in our own time.
Based on the controversial work of psychologist Steven Pinker, the program posited that civilization has become increasingly less violent — yes, despite a world in which every Middle Eastern, African and South American country appears to be protesting its corrupt leadership, Hong Kong students are fighting for democracy against China in a classic David-versus-Goliath battle; and school shootings continue unchecked in the United States.
Read MoreA legend comes to life
He was a realist and a romantic, a lover of strong women and beautiful men. And though he was in his day the richest, most powerful man in the world, his most prized possession was a book – Homer’s “The Iliad,” annotated by his tutor, Aristotle.
Most of all, he was as much a myth as a man and a mystery – even to himself.
When Alexander the Great died in Babylon in 323 B.C. – a month shy of his 33rd birthday – after conquering and reordering Persia, he left a sprawling empire and a burning question: What drove him?
It’s a question I explore in “Daimon: A Novel of Alexander the Great” (Nov. 30, JMS Books), the latest entry in my series “The Games Men Play” and its first historical subject.
Read MoreTrump talks Turkey
Like the man who divorces his wife but keeps showing up for dinner night after night, President Donald J. Trump just can’t quit his opponents. No sooner had he announced that he was forsaking New York as his primary domicile for Florida than he was back in the Big Apple, not once but twice. The second time was for the 100th anniversary of New York’s Veterans Day Parade, at which he talked about New York’s daring and defiance, which the city demonstrated by protesting him. LOL, you just can’t make this stuff up.
Read MoreStart spreading the news: Trump's outta here
Start spreading the news,
He’s leaving today.
He’ll no more be a part of it,
New York, New York
His con-artist shoes
Are longing to stray,
Right from the very heart of it
New York, New York
He wants to wake up in a city that always sleeps
To find he’s king of the hill, top of the heap….
Well, it’s official: President Donald J. Trump, who knows a thing or two about divorce, and New York are splitsville. The grounds? Apparently, extreme mental cruelty. New York was mean to him, don’t you know, forcing him to pay huge, huge, city and state taxes, investigating him and his cronies. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Read MoreNaked came the congresswoman: Katie Hill and the poignant ignorance of youth
When I was a student at Sarah Lawrence College in the 1970s, a classmate showed me some nude Polaroids -- the selfies of the day -- that she and other classmates had taken of themselves and invited me to join them.
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