“The Cost of Quarantine,” it might better be called “The Cost of Being Human.” Steve is
almost five years younger than me. One of the hazards of getting old is coming
to believe that our earthly rewards are nigh. We’ve endured this long and paid
our dues, where are the goodies we deserve? In The Rambler #127, Dr.
Johnson reminds us of the poet for whom “the latter part of his life seldom
equalled the sallies of his youth.” To his credit, Steve skirts self-pity but
doesn’t indulge. He writes:
“But at age
63, the thrill of the unknown is missing for the ex-8-year-old. Much of my life
has been spent, my flaws calcified, my talents tapped. Perhaps tapped out. I
don’t know who I’m supposed to be now. Is reinvention really possible?”
That’s the
American Way, isn’t it? I’ve known Steve for more than thirty years. He’s a
word-man with a healthy work ethic. You’ll note an undertone of wit in his essay,
even echoes of growing up in The Bronx. At some lower frequency he sees the unhappy comedy in what is happening. Such knowledge doesn’t pay the rent but it may
temper the mind sufficiently to launch yet another assault on reality. Johnson
writes:
“Some
hindrances will be found in every road of life, but he that fixes his eyes upon
any thing at a distance, necessarily loses sight of all that fills up the
intermediate space, and therefore sets forward with alacrity and confidence,
nor suspects a thousand obstacles, by which he afterwards finds his passage
embarrassed and obstructed. Some are indeed stopt at once in their career by a
sudden shock of calamity, or diverted to a different direction by the cross
impulse of some violent passion; but far the greater part languish by slow
degrees, deviate at first into slight obliquities, and themselves scarcely
perceive at what time their ardour forsook them, or when they lost sight of
their original design.”
There is
another potential outcome. I would still like to believe that despite all the
unignorable evidence, the ability to write – accurately, stylishly, on deadline –
remains a marketable skill. I can provide contact information if you have some ideas, and I won’t charge Steve a commission.
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Just received the 3-volume "Ramblers" set (part of the Yale Johnson) on Monday, and am really looking forward to digging in.
Earned a decent middle-class living as a writer, and nothing but a writer, for 38 years. No teaching. Now trying to retire, but keep getting assignments. The powers are waning: invertebrate sentences; errors and redundancies. But by Johnson's measure, not a dunce.
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