This from Walter Kirn's NY Times Book Review of Robert Stone's new memoir, entitled Prime Green:
Time passes, and what it passes through is people -- though people believe that they are passing through time, and even, at certain euphoric moments, directing time. It's a delusion, but it's where memoirs come from, or at least the very best ones. They tell how destiny presses on desire and how desire pushes back, sometimes heroically, always poignantly, but never quite victoriously. Life is an upstream, not an uphill, battle, and it results in just one story: how, and alongside whom, one used his paddle.
Beautiful. Inspring. And hey, have you seen my paddle?
--MJH
