James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
© May 2, 2012
(The comments are from a high tech corporate executive with whom I have had the privilege to work. A short segment of "A Green Island in a Black Sea" follows. These are placed in juxtaposition of each other, as the uncertainty of the times is not unlike the protagonist's world of Seamus "Dirk" Devlin in South Africa in 1968, or forty-four years earlier. The more things change they, indeed, stubbornly remain the same.)
A READER WRITES WITH REFERENCE TO PRESIDENT OBAMA AS A PYRAMID CLIMBER:
Hi Jim,
I always tried to be a productive worker, but now that I approach the end, I question that choice. It reflects the blue-collar values of my upbringing, but it seems the rewards go more to the climbers. Since I now realize that morality is subjective, I really wonder about my choices.
On the current POTUS, my take:
1. He’s the first black President. I think that means more to him than anything else.
2. He’s a Chicago pol, with everything that entails. That’s where he learned the game, that’s what got him where he is today, without judging it good or bad, it would be silly I think to expect different.
3. He’s a self-defined anti-hero with the same polarity. That is very, very common in our society. For Obama, that means he tends to embrace socialism. Were we a socialist society, he’d be embracing capitalism. From what I can see, the only difference between the two is the path to the top. Under capitalism, it’s through financial prowess. Under socialism, it’s through political prowess. In both cases, the people are left to fend for themselves, often without success.
I’m glad you’re still writing.
Later bro,
e
DR. FISHER RESPONDS WITH YET ANOTHER SEGMENT FROM HIS NOVEL:
e,
It is so good to hear from you and to enjoy your acerbic wit. I don't differ one iota from what you have said here. My novel, which I have been working on for more than forty years, is reaching the uncertainty of some kind of fruition. You always make me smile with your grasp of this concept with your refreshing candor.
Be always well,
Jim
THE PHYSICS OF UNCERTAINTY (From "A Green Island in a Black Sea" © 2012)
The Devlins had reached the point of irreconcilable differences in their marriage. Little energy was left for explanation or protest. When Sarah and Rickie left with Marsha Williams and her daughters for the American hamburger joint on Downers Road, she knew she wouldn’t see her husband again until the sun rose on another day. Both were disinclined to say anything as surprise had worn out its welcome.
There was a time when Sarah resented Devlin’s routine of retiring into the sanctuary of his study after dinner to read, listen to classical music, ponder some mystery thriller on the BBC radio, or simply stare into the fireplace, watching the timbers smolder, drinking coffee until falling asleep with a book in his lap. He insisted on having a fire in the fireplace no matter how warm the weather as he claimed a kinship with its disintegrating timbers.
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Devlin arrived home early on Tuesday after returning to work from his short sabbatical. Sarah hid her surprise, then registered hurt when he said, “I’m going out.”
“When will you be home?” she asked evenly.
“Later,” he replied.
“Then later it is,” she said as if in surrender. “We won’t wait dinner for you.” Her unconscious letting go would prove a brilliant stroke of control of their conjugal chaos in the end.
It was amazing how civil people can be when the antipathy is so thick between them that you could cut it with a knife. Ultimately, when all passion is spent, even hate takes a holiday as world-weariness takes residence.
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