Word: somehow
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...complexities of family life. "There's been a lot of sin committed in the name of the family," he says. "Sins on the children, sins of husband and wife to each other. I feel about the family as I do about the middle class, that it's somehow fiercer in there than has been assumed...
...Shillington High School with a kind of desperado love, writing like a fiend, drawing like a dervish, wooing his classmates with methods that have remained standard to this day Whenever he felt neglected or unappreciated, he took a pratfall. "I developed the technique," he explains, "as a way of somehow exorcising theevil spirits and winning approval and defying
They were married after his junior year. He graduated summa cum laude in English, after turning in a thesis titled "Non-Horatian Elements in Robert Herrick's Imitations and Echoes of Horace." It was a splendid college career, but in retrospect, Updike feels that Harvard somehow sapped him of some vague, irreplaceable vitality. "I feel in some obscure way ashamed of the Harvard years. They were a betrayal of my high school years, really. Harvard, in exchange for a great deal of work, made me a civilized man. It's somehow painful...
...graceful and superbly controlled, reveal an informed intelligence that can plunge unafraid into the rip currents of Vladimir Nabokov or write a better analysis of the nature of parody than the very good one that appeared as preface to the anthology he was reviewing. And it is somehow endearing to know that the same hand that wrote The New Yorker's sane, knowledgeable review of James Joyce's recently discovered fragment Giacomo Joyce, also turned out the epic 1960 farewell to Ted Williams, Hub Fans Bid Kid Adieu...
...inmates. From there, Updike leaped two generations to Rabbit, Run, a quietly savage novel about a former high school basketball star who simply runs away from wife, child, job and the suffocating box of senseless moral obligations. It was a flawlessly turned portrait of a social cripple who understood somehow that, running, he was more alive than he would be standing still. It was also, says an old friend of Updike's, "a picture of John, if he had been a better basketball player and had married a home-town girl...