
Caution: Intemperate Dudgeon Ahead About Events From Long Ago Quoted Verbatim Except For Redactions
[Dear Mother,]
The other topic grabbed me almost as I was leaving Philadelphia. I picked up a hotel copy of the Inquirer and sort of skimmed the article about [Name] resigning as head of [Organization], which means, apparently, either “[Phrase]” or “[Phrase].” I re-read it and was so nauseated I had to tear it out to bring home. To me it epitomizes the contemptible dishonesty and cowardliness of the TV born-again money-hustlers. Here’s a man who fornicated, then paid a six-figure sum to keep it quiet. Look carefully at all the quotes from [Name] in the article. Does he take any responsibility anywhere? Does he express any sense of wrongdoing, or penitence?
I think where I began to be outraged was in trying to make sense of the literal language of the statement that he was “wickedly manipulated by treacherous former friends” who “conspired to betray me into a sexual encounter.” Now, having been caught, he realizes that “we ought to have exposed the blackmailers to the penalties of the law.” Then he makes a pathetic appeal to peoples’ sympathies by saying that “my and [Wife’s Name] physical and emotional resources have been so overwhelmed that we are presently under full-time therapy at a treatment center in California.” What craven [Epithet]! Poor, passive [Name] hideously victimized by Satan’s agents, then prostrated not by remorse but by paranoia and self-pity! We can probably look for him in six months back in front of the cameras fully redeemed and idolized by hordes of [Slang] who resent how negatively he was portrayed by the media.
(c) 1987 Correspondence, 2018, JMN.













Old Mother Goose
Old Mother Goose, Oil on canvas, 48 x 48 in. JMN, 2017.
This is a painting based on a badly faded image in an old children’s book I possess. The image is an illustration by Anne Anderson, a Scottish illustrator (1874-1952). It’s intriguing in various ways, prominent of which for me is a certain unnerving monstrousness. If I were a child and saw this figure making her way down the cobblestone path in my direction, I would likely run in terror in the other direction.
I say this good-naturedly. I admire Anderson’s work. What strikes me in this image is the interesting ways in which her attire is … distorted? Her clothing seems to be literally inflated, like a balloon! Let’s not even dwell on the diamonds and stripes of her costume, the odd, puffy things around her wrists, her rather large feet in the buckled slippers, and the brobdingnagian, witch-like hat!
It’s all wonderful and mysterious and surely period-centric in its way, but not exactly cuddly. In a way it smacks of today’s clowns and Santa Clauses: How many kids want to snuggle with either of those?
(c) 2018 JMN.