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...which is not journalism exactly, but there was a rightness about it. The TV anchors and correspondents are like old uncles and aunts who come to the house after a death in the family and plop down in the living room and say, "I just can't believe it somehow." You don't expect them to be cogent; you are just grateful for their company...
...night I got to drop my lifelong defensiveness and bask in Springsteen songs rhapsodizing about drag racing on the highway, riding motorcycles toward swamps, taking dates on amusement-park rides, working at oil refineries and getting arrested by state troopers. I have never experienced any of those things, but somehow I felt them. Because that's what being from New Jersey is really about: feeling things in Bruce Springsteen songs. I have a hungry heart. I am in the dumps with the mumps as an adolescent pumps his way into his hat. It's like he knows...
...there he was, alive and in the flesh. I must emphasize "alive" since I have unwittingly forgotten to share a morbid fear that has developed in the deep recesses of my mind. Somehow or other I had convinced myself that due to the how many times I have managed to miss seeing Bob Dylan, I was bound to die the same way, or from the more accurate perspective, that he would die before I would get to see him in concert...
Emerging valiantly from the debris are the two young stars. Dunst, 17, has grown up smartly before the camera; she has poise, wit and great dimples. Richards, 27 but plausibly teenish, uses her huge doll eyes (somehow calculating and dazed) and her brilliant teeth (all 50 or 60 of them, lined up like chorines ready to please the sugar daddies) to make Becky both the apotheosis and the parody of a precocious beauty-contestant pro. These are actresses worth watching, performances worth saving...
Woven through Cook's narrative runs the private thread (titillating, somehow endearing) of Eleanor's long affair with Lorena Hickok, a stout and mannish journalist. In the past, historians have usually sidestepped the question ("...whether Hick and Eleanor went beyond kisses and hugs...there is absolutely no way we can answer with certainty," wrote Doris Kearns Goodwin in No Ordinary Time). Cook simply takes it for granted that the ardor of their correspondence and their lives together was sapphic. Next case...