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One week later
One week of a new American president, and he keeps doing stuff like this. It's strange, feeling like cheering for the US goverment every day I read the news. One keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it might or it might not, but in the meantime, there is this bewildering sensation. A politician. Keeps his campaign promises. Said politician is at the head of the most powerful nation on earth. What?
Incidentally, my mother got Dreams of my Father for Christmas by a friend of hers which meant I've read it, too, and was blown away by the sheer readability, if that's the right word. What I mean: the memoirs of Helmut Kohl are virtually impossible to get through, though they contain the occasional funny highlight which thankfully our papers printed as excerpts. (To wit: Helmut K. and Mrs. Thatcher. They were both conservatives, but he was not a fan, and she apparantly was convinced Germany was just waiting to start WWIII. This led to awkwardness of the retrospectively entertaining kind.) Helmut Schmidt is somewhat more readable - all those years editing Die Zeit paid off - but still not exactly captivating, even when he tells interesting things. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shezan, you'll probably enjoy hearing that he vastly preferred Nixon to Carter, despite being a social democrat. On the other hand, he found Carter and Reagan both equally bewildering as far as religion was concerned. Call it the reaction of a thoroughly secular European leader.) Moving on to American politicians, I found Clinton's memoirs screamed "needed editing", and on the other side of the spectrum, well I tried reading Kissinger. Emphasis on "tried". I gave up and read biographies about him by other people instead.
Now Dreams of my Father isn't exactly a "Portrait of the politician as a young man" type of book (it ends with Obama's first visit to Kenya, years before he became a Senator), more a family history coupled with a finding-one's-identity narrative. But it's well written, it's never less than interesting, and he has the ability to bring the people he writes about to life, whether they are his maternal grandparents, Indonesian step father or his half brother and sister in Kenya. If he ever writes his memoirs about the campaigns and his presidency, I look forward to reading his portraits of everyone from Rahm to Hillary to John McCain to Joe Biden.
And in conclusion: one week, and I still feel like cheering when I open the papers to articles like this one. The rational part in me knows it's bound to end soon, but I'm optimist enough to hope that "soon" is still a bit away.
Incidentally, my mother got Dreams of my Father for Christmas by a friend of hers which meant I've read it, too, and was blown away by the sheer readability, if that's the right word. What I mean: the memoirs of Helmut Kohl are virtually impossible to get through, though they contain the occasional funny highlight which thankfully our papers printed as excerpts. (To wit: Helmut K. and Mrs. Thatcher. They were both conservatives, but he was not a fan, and she apparantly was convinced Germany was just waiting to start WWIII. This led to awkwardness of the retrospectively entertaining kind.) Helmut Schmidt is somewhat more readable - all those years editing Die Zeit paid off - but still not exactly captivating, even when he tells interesting things. (
shezan, you'll probably enjoy hearing that he vastly preferred Nixon to Carter, despite being a social democrat. On the other hand, he found Carter and Reagan both equally bewildering as far as religion was concerned. Call it the reaction of a thoroughly secular European leader.) Moving on to American politicians, I found Clinton's memoirs screamed "needed editing", and on the other side of the spectrum, well I tried reading Kissinger. Emphasis on "tried". I gave up and read biographies about him by other people instead. Now Dreams of my Father isn't exactly a "Portrait of the politician as a young man" type of book (it ends with Obama's first visit to Kenya, years before he became a Senator), more a family history coupled with a finding-one's-identity narrative. But it's well written, it's never less than interesting, and he has the ability to bring the people he writes about to life, whether they are his maternal grandparents, Indonesian step father or his half brother and sister in Kenya. If he ever writes his memoirs about the campaigns and his presidency, I look forward to reading his portraits of everyone from Rahm to Hillary to John McCain to Joe Biden.
And in conclusion: one week, and I still feel like cheering when I open the papers to articles like this one. The rational part in me knows it's bound to end soon, but I'm optimist enough to hope that "soon" is still a bit away.
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Me too, which is why I stayed away at first, too, though at some point I read an article which mentioned Dreams of my Father had been published eons ago. But when it showed up on the Christmas tree, I took my chance and am glad I did.