Odds, Evens, and Ends

I want to take care of some things here.

First, a few posts ago I said that Caroline Kennedy, like Barack Obama, laid claim to the authorship of two books. That wasn’t quite right. She also has her name on a Christmas book and a few anthologies of poems and songs. I guess I should have said that her serious oeuvre consisted of the two books she co-wrote on Constitutional issues. By the by, an Amazon list of “books by Kennedys” has 27 titles on it. How many do you think they wrote all by their lonesome?

Regarding Obama’s claim to literary accomplishment, well , if product placement at my local Borders is any indication, Dreams from My Father continues to pull down a profit. Jack Cashill, in an article at American Thinker (currently, for reasons soon revealed, my favorite site in the whole web world), seems to be bringing his quixotic quest for the source of Dreams to an epic close.  Opinion of this old English teacher: everything Cashill says is probably true.  William Ayers (just a guy from the neighborhood) is largely responsible for the high caliber of the writing.  The structure of the book manifests uncanny parallels with Homer (not a guy from the Simpsons).

I think, however, the powers arrayed against Mr. Cashill are just too large. My favorite endorsement of Obama’s uncanny way with the written word came from (NPR Certified American Saint) Garrison Keillor in the course of his anointment of “the coolest president in the world.” Full article here. Money quote:
And the coolest thing about him is the fact that back in the early ’90s, given a book contract after the hoo-ha about his becoming the First Black Editor of the Harvard Law Review, instead of writing the basic exploitation book he could’ve written, he put his head down and worked hard and wrote a good book, an honest one, which, since his rise in politics, has earned the Obamas enough to buy a nice house and put money in the bank. A successful American entrepreneur.

(Note to Garrison: about that house…)

Anyway, all water over the dam now, I guess.  But a final question: why are we tolerating from our highest leaders behavior that would result in failure of your average high school English class and should be grounds for expulsion from any university worth its salt.  And a final salute: Jack Cashill, thanks for trying; I’ll be thinking of you during the inaugural address, which will be hailed –is there any reason to doubt?– as a masterpiece.

Last piece of business; far from the least.  Many thanks to Thomas Lifson of American Thinker for taking the time to respond to a novice blogger and to provide a link to his site.  Frankly, it’s an honor that’s merited by neither this blog’s substance nor its style.  Yet.

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