I haven’t read Jonathan Franzen’s ‘The Corrections’ but have a sense of what it might be about. So, to prove we all get things wrong, to a correction of this blog, and my understanding of sad events regarding the stealing of Alistair Cooke’s bones. I remember hearing some very sad report, but perhaps I was wrong, because his relative told the story on TV of how his ashes were sprinkled in Central Park. She got eleven plastic cups for friends from Starbucks and they sprinkled his ashes, then spoke of passing the sight and thinking how he added vigour to the Astors. Rather lovely, but the passing of real shadows and dust.
ALISTAIR COOKE AND THE CORRECTIONS
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