Last night I found out from Facebook my brother Mike (Michael Williamson) was a finalist for a Pulitzer prize this year. My brother Mike is a photo journalist for the Washington Post. Mike and I are not close. Mike and I live in different worlds.
Carol has gone to bed to sleep for awhile. She is off from work the next couple of nights. Next month (May 19th) Carol and I will celebrate 35 years of being married. This week our granddaughter Louisa Mae will be a month old.
Well this is going nowhere. I could go someplace this morning. I could go for a walk, but there is snow on the ground. I suppose I will close to drift.
Yesterday I mainly read all day "The Master" by Colm Toibin. After reading this novel based on the life of the American writer Henry James I realized Toibin was writing his novel from a homosexual perspective. The novel "The Master" is basically a homosexual novel. I am kind of disturbed by Colm Toibin presenting Henry James as a closet homosexual. I have been reading about Henry James going on 40 years and never have come across anything suggesting he was a homosexual. When I typed in a search engine Henry James homosexual I also found listed Mark Twain homosexual, Nathaniel Hawthorne homosexual and Herman Melville homosexual. It is absolutely insane to think these great American writers were all homosexuals! It seems to me today there is this belief held by homosexuals that to love a woman and to get married and have a family is not normal. We live in decadent times!
Look at this book sometime on the sex life of Henry James, "A Private Life Of Henry James: Two Women and His Art" by Lyndall Gordon.