From 2007 to 2010, Barton Swaim worked as a writer for Mark Sanford, the South Carolina governor who set out to hike the Appalachian Trail, ended up in Argentina where he found romance, and in the process gave the media the kind of story they’re best at.
In September 1953, bold headlines dominated American newspapers. “Mystery Red MIG Lands Near Seoul,” trumpeted the San Francisco Chronicle. The North Korean pilot, Lt. No Kum Suk, aged 21, was so disgusted with the totalitarian state shaped by the Soviet-installed dictator Kim Il Sung that he broke off a training flight to land near Seoul, the South Korean capital.
“What’s it like being in battle?’
For decades, China analysts have been asking the question, “What is China’s Grand Strategy?” Nowhere, it seemed, had PRC officials ever publicly discussed their country’s future place in the world.
Finding an enormous amount of money in what used to be your old home sounds like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. There is a graceful kickoff in the listing about a “1903 Queen Anne home — graciously proportioned rooms and elegant millwork.”
One of my favorite remarks about state of legitimate theater occurred in the television classic “I Claudius.” When Augustus Caesar inquired how things were in the theatrical world, a venerable actor replied that “the theater wasn’t what it was.” But the real zinger was when he added slyly: “And you know what? It never was what it was.” Well, with all due homage to the general acuity of that remark, here is a book to tell us of a season on Broadway just over half a century ago that could absolutely justify anyone saying that the theater today really isn’t what it was — then.
It was the first day of school in September of 1954 and something had changed. As a 10-year-old student at Washington’s John Eaton Elementary School, I was about to join my classmates in the morning Pledge of Allegiance when our fifth grade teacher, Miss Parsons, announced that two new words had been added to the pledge. Henceforward, the America referred to in the pledge would be one nation “under God.” Most of us — probably including Miss Parsons — had assumed that that was what our country always had been.