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...Mr. Obama has been president for little over a year. He inherited from his predecessor an economy deep in recession and two costly and ill-managed wars that have done serious damage to our exploding federal deficit. Few American presidents have entered office under such trying circumstances. This makes Ms. Meyers’s defection all the more distressing, especially given that she is a registered Democrat who “vigorously campaigned” for the president...
Mason’s stories are brief and flavorful. In a short introduction to the book, he presents his vignettes as recently discovered fragments containing alternative versions of “The Odyssey.” One story has Odysseus (here named “Mr. O.”) living in a sanatorium, where he spends his days trying to remember a distant war. Another has him as Agamemnon’s prized assassin, faced with the unfortunate order of killing himself. Sticking with the pretext of fragmentation, Mason never fully fleshes out the action in each tale...
Thankfully, what remained was the television show’s greatest asset: Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce, played by Alan Alda. Hawkeye, the camp’s head surgeon, was gently insubordinate, quick-witted, and altogether adorable (Mr. Alda, if you’re reading this, I’m still interested). As the series—and the Vietnam War—progressed, “M*A*S*H” grew increasingly serious in tone, and the character of Hawkeye increasingly liberal...
...lucky enough to meet Mr. Tarr in person over winter break. He and his family organize an annual banquet in New York City to meet and keep in touch with new and old Tarr Scholars, a group made up of Harvard students on financial aid from New York or Maine. I was the youngest person in the room by far, my peer scholarship recipients either out of town or otherwise busy, and I felt out of place. I talked to an I-banker about math courses. I scanned the room...
...Then Mr. Tarr came over, and he took me by the shoulder and beamed at me, asked me all about myself. I told him about playing baseball. He told me about the football, and that he played baseball too, that he’d actually even tried out for the Major League once in his playing days. He’s older now, but you can see in his thick back, his curved fingers, once he must have been able to take a tackle, to turn a double play. We marveled together about how different the school was. I pictured...