T oday writers tackle the problems of the day. We find dissatisfaction in the main. In the norm. But even the counterculture has been dissected and cataloged. Wars do not exist for the next one will be the last.
People roll along at breathtaking speed.
A writer may get the pulse of his generation for a moment but let go of the wrist and you miss the beat and you are writing about something that doesn't exist. I think of my own little boy and am glad there will be no great war. He will grow up in a vastly different world than those young men who went marching off willing to slaughter. So the helmet is all that remains of those men. And yet I know them.