Word: rage
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Nixon was certainly a worthy target on which to vent such feelings, and while it is highly unusual to write history in terms of personal rage, Mee somehow seems to capture an underlying anger that conventional histories of the Watergate era miss. He relates a mood with an effectiveness that no objective account could offer, but with an air of authority that a straight piece of fiction or biography would not provide. It is Mee's style that makes the book a cohesive and meaningful treatment of "the wounds that Watergate inflicted on the American psyche" (as the blurb...
...discharges his rage in one frenzied paragraph of violent passion in which his writing seems to be as much of a catharsis as the impeachment he writes about--"I impeached myself and exiled myself, removing myself from friends, family, and all the world, committing multiple ax murders and suicide all at the same time." And in the next paragraph Mee finally meets Haldeman, who of course turns out to be a nice guy--in fact "one of the great flat-out bores of our times...
HALDEMAN has become obsessed with all that has been written about him and the Nixon administration. When Mee meets him, Haldeman is suddenly no longer a man to be despised, a man to rage against; Haldeman is now grotesque, a man whose activity has become locked around one period in his life, when he was on hand to help twist American history. When Mee finally meets the enemy, the duplicitous villain he had expected turns out instead to be an object of pity. Watergate is an obsession for Haldeman, but Mee does not need to linger over those unpleasant details...
...flags went up in smoke. The Spring Mobilization to End the War in Viet Nam brought together hundreds of thousands of protesters in San Francisco and New York. Dow Chemical's recruiters were driven off campus. Ahead for the movement lay Woodstock, Chicago, Kent State, the Days of Rage...
Those galactic apertures are astronomy's latest rage. Cadavers of giant stars far larger than our scrawny sun, they have in effect crushed themselves out of existence after their nuclear fires guttered and died. Only their gravity remains behind, like the Cheshire Cat's mocking grin. No one has yet seen a black hole, since not even a single ray of light can escape the powerful gravitational grasp. But this fact has not deterred imaginative relativity theorists. Refusing to believe that anything can vanish into nothingness, they have argued that when matter drops into a black hole...