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In the spirit of catching up on the films of the last few decades Kate and I watched the Quiet American, a 2002 adaptation of Graham Green’s 1955(!) novel. \u00a0It depicts, through the eyes of a British journalist, the early activity of the CIA in creating the South Vietnamese army and government. \u00a0Astoundingly prescient.<\/p>\n
Raised many different feelings. \u00a0Yearning for Southeast Asia, a wonderful, yet strangely far away part of the world. \u00a0A place I feel intimately tied to through my sister and brother’s long tenancy there and my 2004 visit. \u00a0Disgust at the role of the American government in its most banal anti-communist clothing. \u00a0Memories of the 60’s as the dark fruit of the 1950’s seeds began to ripen, then rot. \u00a0Kate’s distaste for war. \u00a0“Killing doesn’t solve anything.”<\/p>\n
A period for my generation that defined us as young adults. \u00a0Either for or against, little middle ground. \u00a0Those division persist among us. \u00a0Even in my high school class there are only a few of us who were anti-war. \u00a0The rest, the blue collar middle-class of those days, patriotic in a militaristic, flag-waving way. \u00a0Long ago but not far away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Imbolc \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Valentine Moon In the spirit of catching up on the films of the last few decades Kate and I watched the Quiet … Continue reading the quiet american<\/span>