Continuing my rereading excursion, last week I started with Tom Robbins’ awesome “Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates” but Amazon, which I loathe and ought not to patronize (as I ought not to patronize Facebook), facilitated my recuperation of a bunch of Robert Heinlein philosophical novels (they really are more philosophical than science fiction) which had been lost to me many decades ago when a former friend’s now ex-wife decided they were demon inspired and confined them to the pit. And so I’ve ordered duplicates, mostly used (for some reason I like them more when they’re used) and they’ve started arriving.
I really wanted to delve back into Lazarus Long (as I approach the three quarter of a century mark) but somehow, I got confused and “I will Fear No Evil” came first. I hope Heinlein`s writing style is not catching. What was a delight in my youth frequently seems lacking polish and seems tedious now as I too have embarked in the writers’ art, but the themes remain challenging and fascinating and daring, and every once in a while, … a relevant pearl of wisdom drops. In this case (excuse the long prelude; … I hate long preludes), in the middle of page 174 of an extremely well worn, possibly fifth hand paperback copy, Ace Edition, 1987, the phrase:
“Nobody knows how memory works
except that everyone is sure he knows
and thinks all others are fools.”
That seems so relevant today, perhaps more than ever.
I know the memories my children and my ex-wife share keep getting more and more strange until they’ve become completely divorced from those I recall. To some extent, I believe that is based on the deliberate falsification of memory (see “Purportedly Recovered Memories”), now a science engaged in by former spouses (male and female) with the assistance of purported therapists, and of course, on a societal level, by the corporate media. Political differences translate from the civic into the personal and into irreconcilable pasts that break up families, something I’ve experienced.
My kids blame me and Trump, I opposed but did not hate him, at least, not enough for their “awoke” tastes. So now I too am (and apparently always have been) a horrible human being.
I don’t blame them, or hold it against them, but the consequences are the same. And since we no longer communicate, the consequences seem unlikely to change. The truth is not something to be explored lest it not agree with what they or I recall, or what they’ve been told over and over and over and over again.
Something to think about as everyone around us, including those once most dear to us, morphs into very different beings.
Or is it us?
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2021; all rights reserved. Please feel free to share with appropriate attribution. Guillermo (“Bill”) Calvo Mahé (a sometime poet) is a writer, political commentator and academic currently residing in the Republic of Colombia (although he has primarily lived in the United States of America of which he is also a citizen). Until 2017 he chaired the political science, government and international relations programs at the Universidad Autónoma de Manizales. He is currently a strategic analyst employed by Qest Consulting Group, Inc. He has academic degrees in political science (the Citadel), law (St. John’s University), international legal studies (New York University) and translation and linguistic studies (the University of Florida’s Center for Latin American Studies). He can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org and much of his writing is available through his blog at http://www.guillermocalvo.com.