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Letters 08-31-2015

Inalienable Rights This is a response to the “No More State Theatre” in your August 24th edition. I think I will not be the only response to this pathetic and narrow-minded letter that seems rather out of place in the northern Michigan that I know. To think we will not be getting your 25 cents for the movie you refused to see, but more importantly we will be without your “two cents” on your thoughts of a marriage at the State Theatre...

Enthusiastically Democratic Since I was one of the approximately 160 people present at when Senator Debbie Stabenow spoke on August 14 in Charlevoix, I was surprised to read in a letter to Northern Express that there was a “rather muted” response to Debbie’s announcement that she has endorsed Hillary Clinton for president...

Not Hurting I surely think the State Theatre will survive not having the homophobic presence of Colleen Smith and her family attend any matinees. I think “Ms.” Smith might also want to make sure that any medical personnel, bank staff, grocery store staff, waiters and/or waitress, etc. are not homosexual before accepting any service or product from them...

Stay Home I did not know whether to laugh or cry when I read the letter of the extremely homophobic, “disgusted” writer. She now refuses to patronize the State Theatre because she evidently feels that its confines have been poisoned by the gay wedding ceremony held there...

Keep Away In response to Colleen Smith of Cadillac who refused to bring her family to the State Theatre because there was a gay wedding there: Keep your 25 cents and your family out of Traverse City...

Celebrating Moore And A Theatre I was 10 years old when I had the privilege to see my first film at the State Theatre. I will never forget that experience. The screen was almost the size of my bedroom I shared with my older sister. The bursting sounds made me believe I was part of the film...

Outdated Thinking This letter is in response to Colleen Smith. She made public her choice to no longer go to the State Theater due to the fact that “some homosexuals” got married there. I’m not outraged by her choice; we don’t need any more hateful, self-righteous bigots in our town. She can keep her 25 cents...

Mackinac Pipeline Must Be Shut Down Crude oil flowing through Enbridge’s 60-yearold pipeline beneath the Mackinac Straits and the largest collection of fresh water on the planet should be a serious concern for every resident of the USA and Canada. Enbridge has a very “accident” prone track record...

Your Rights To Colleen, who wrote about the State Theatre: Let me thank you for sharing your views; I think most of us are well in support of the first amendment, because as you know- it gives everyone the opportunity to express their opinions. I also wanted to thank Northern Express for not shutting down these types of letters right at the source but rather giving the community a platform for education...

No Role Model [Fascinating Person from last week’s issue] Jada quoted: “I want to be a role model for girls who are interested in being in the outdoors.” I enjoy being in the outdoors, but I don’t want to kill animals for trophy...

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A Silver-Tongued Devil Offers Details in ‘My Life‘

Nancy Sundstrom - July 8th, 2004
It was expected that former American President Bill Clinton’s highly-anticipated autobiography would be one of the hottest sellers of the summer, but wasn’t expected was exactly just how hot it would be. Though it has been on the bookshelves for just two weeks now, there is only word to describe the barometer reading for “My Life,” and that is scorching.
Too bad we can’t say that for the tome itself, but we’ll get back to that in a minute.
In its first week out, “My Life” sold close to one million copies, and publisher Alfred A Knopf reports that 935,000 copies were bought in the first five days. The book went on sale on June 22, and more than 400,000 copies were snatched up in the U.S. on day one, making it the biggest debut ever for a non-fiction book. An equally impressive and interesting statistic is that the number of copies sold is double that of what is believed to be the previous record holder, Clinton’s wife, Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton’s “Living History.” Figures for international sales are not yet known, but the book is already in its third printing, with an expanded print run of about 2.6 million copies.
So what is all the fuss about?
The book seems to be a direct reflection of Clinton himself, a man who, for many, conjures up the words of an early Kris Kristofferson song: “partly truth, partly fiction, a walking contradiction.” While it is intriguing and engaging in many sections, it is also painstakingly detailed - to a fault - in others, rather like someone reading every entry in their Franklin planner aloud to you, whether you want to hear it or not. As another critic pointed out in a recent review, do we really need to know personal details about his childhood barber? There are times when this book can almost suck the energy out of a reader with exhaustive soul-searching that may render little insight for all the effort, only to be followed by a wildly entertaining take on everything from jazz music to nine-pound tumors.
Here are a few excerpts from the book that illustrate both of those points.

On his alcoholic stepfather:
“I was always reluctant to discuss with anyone the most difficult parts of my personal life... I now know this struggle is at least partly the result of growing up in an alcoholic home and the mechanisms I developed to cope with it. It took me a long time just to figure that out. It was even harder to learn which secrets to keep, which to let go of, which to avoid in the first place. I am still not sure I understand that completely. It looks as if it’s going to be a lifetime project.”

On marriage:
“Probably more has been written or said about our marriage than about any other in America. I’ve always been amazed at the people who felt free to analyze, criticize, and pontificate about it. After being married for nearly thirty years and observing my friends’ experiences with separation, reconciliations and divorces, I’ve learned that marriage, with all its magic and misery, its contentments and disappointments, remains a mystery, not easy for those in it to understand and largely inaccessible to outsiders.”

On marriage counseling:
“Hillary and I also began a serious counseling program, one day a week for about a year. For the first time in my life, I actually talked openly about feelings, experiences, and opinions about life, love and the nature of relationships. I didn’t like everything I learned about myself or my past, and it pained me to face the fact that my childhood and the life I’d led since growing up had made some things difficult for me that seemed to come more naturally to other people.”

On his reconciliation with his family:
“Despite everything, our daughter still loved me and wanted me to stand my ground. And, most important, Hillary stood with me and loved me through it all. From the time we first met, I had loved her laugh. In the midst of all the absurdity, we were laughing again, brought back together by our weekly counseling and our shared determination to fight off the right-wing coup. I almost wound up being grateful to my tormentors; they were probably the only people who could have made me look good to Hillary again. I even got off the couch.”

On his dealings with Palestinian leader Yasser Arafat:
“At times Arafat seemed confused, not wholly in command of the facts. I had felt for some time that he might not be at the top of his game any longer after all the years of spending the night in different places to dodge assassins’ bullets ... Arafat never said no (to a peace deal with Israel); he just couldn’t bring himself to say yes. Pride goeth before the fall.
“Right before I left office, Arafat in one of our last conversations, thanked me for all my efforts and told me what a great man I was. ‘Mr. Chairman,’ I replied. ‘I am not a great man. I am a failure, and you have made me one.’ I warned Arafat that he was single-handedly electing (Israeli Prime Minister Ariel) Sharon and that he would reap the whirlwind.”

Clinton’s guard is down in the earliest parts of his rags-to-riches saga, and he is a vivid storyteller as he recounts his youth while seamlessly blending in elements of American pop culture, politics and history. One can almost hear his distinctive southern drawl in their head as he talks about being 10-years-old and watching the national political conventions on his family’s new (and first) television set, or being a naïve, young candidate looking for votes in the Arkansas hills. On that occasion, he was told that, “Anybody who would campaign at a beer joint in Joiner at midnight on Saturday night deserves to carry one box.... You’ll win here. But it’ll be the only damn place you win in this county.” It turns out the observer was right on both counts. The “roller-coaster ride” of the 1992 campaign is one of the highlights of the book, as well, but in a case of art mimicking life, it seems to all go downhill once the nasty Lewinsky-Ken Starr-“vast Right Wing conspiracy” elements all come into play.
Is Clinton as honest in “My Life” as we wanted him to be? Probably not. Is it, as the book jacket promises, “the fullest, most concretely detailed, most nuanced account of a presidency ever written -- encompassing not only the high points and crises but the way the presidency actually works?” Without a doubt. Is it worth your time and highly readable? Absolutely.
In the end, this is a candid look at a man who has been many things to many people, among them, a president, son, brother, teacher, father, husband, flawed human being and impressive public figure. And, as Kristofferson said in “The Silver Tongued Devil,” also “partly truth, partly fiction, a walking contradiction.”
 
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