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Doomsayers ride high, and understandably so, in the final decades of the twentieth century. But here a Pulitzer Prize-winning historian draws from the past a message of hope: Man, as he’s done before, will muddle through his time of dismay and disarray.
When a man hath taken a new wife, he shall not go out to war, neither shall he be charged with any business; but he shall be free at home one year, and shall cheer up his wife which he hath taken. Benny was granted that much. In September of 1950, when Joseph was four months old and Carol had someone else to love, the government of the United States, which had paid for much of Dr. Benny Beer’s medical education, sent him the bill. He was impressed into service—an emergency, they assured him—and was sent to Korea, where a war had been agreed upon.
Is he Charles Henri Valentin Morhange, Alkan, the False Dimitri, or the Barber of Seville?