"Rockwell . . . gave us light--light to see ourselves more clearly and those about us more dearly." (157)
"The pendulum has swung back after some wild gyrations, and we are able to look objectively at ourselves once again." (129)
A large volume of photographs from the TASS archives made it clear to me that this summer would be spent cutting up the Soviet Union. Then I found a book on "the purge" and more on the verge that crossed my youth—“missile" was a word I learned in second grade.
All I needed was a place to lie my parings.
I spent an afternoon in a Ventura book barn looking for a repository.
At last I selected an especially unctuous book on Norman Rockwell, put together by Guideposts, subtitled Faith in America.
I remember there was always a stack of Guideposts magazine in my grandparents's w.c., something to pass the . . .
time. And my grandfather once published a little article in its pages.
They specialized in miracles.
Souls in revolution.
But there was more than a touch of Stalin behind the apple cheeks of Rockwell's America.