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...Lance Morrow's earliest memory is of loss: "I look for my father, but cannot move . . . I stand in the middle of an open space, immobile, under a dark gray sky." Some four decades have passed since that bleak moment. Morrow, a TIME senior writer, is himself a parent, but he remains a Daedalus figure, trying to come to terms with the past...
...surface, and he had an excess of surface, Hugh Morrow would seem the epitome of a family man; he was one of eight children and came to be father and stepfather to ten of his own. He was genial, articulate, gregarious, a spokesman for Nelson Rockefeller, intimate of politicians and journalists across the country. But at home he often seemed a figure invested with glamour, forbearance and remoteness. There, "injury and anger gusted inarticulately through the house. The spirit bore a bruise, a grievance: the bruise was mysterious . . . We could not explain it, we could not assuage...
...this elegant and glowing memoir, Lance Morrow sifts time like sand in an hourglass, revisiting the places and stations of his life. They are brilliantly specific, but they resonate far beyond their locales. In Washington, "politics, elections, chicaneries flowed through private conversation . . . marinated in Scotch and cigarette smoke," and the boy immediately associates tobacco with wisdom and maturity. At Harvard, a fellow student tells him Schopenhauer, the ultimate pessimist, " 'knows the way life is' . . . life was painful. 'No,' I would say. 'Life is not like that at all.' I was terrified that it might...
...opening story was written by Senior Writer Lance Morrow, with the assistance of Reporter-Researchers Val Castronovo and David Thigpen. "The change of mood is very real, although of course it is not universal," says Morrow. "One day in early fall I flew with the Reagan campaign to Bowling Green State University in Ohio. Outside the hall we could still see the protesters with angry signs. But inside there was a raucous, triumphal, almost overbearing energy. It was as if the campus rage of the '60s had been turned inside...
...Lance Morrow...