Washington’s biggest Big Foot, the origins of Jack Reacher, more Bach and more baseball Hall of Fame deaths: newsletter, October 16, 2020

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“Zoom,” unlike “google,” has been in use for a long while as a legitimate verb with a specific, well-established meaning. At the beginning of this year, we all knew what it meant, especially if there were children around who had cars to play with.

In the last eight months, however, to “zoom” no longer means simply to go from one place to another in a vehicle very quickly. Zoom, the brand, has become “zoom,” the verb, and many of us are doing more of it than we ever thought possible. Many people don’t like to zoom, and I know of those who simply refuse to do it — although, for the life of me, I don’t know why.

In fact, Zoom and “zooming” are things that I am thankful for these days. So, if you’re not one of the zoom refuseniks, happy zooming. Have a great weekend.

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Drew Pearson: Washington journalist and power-broker

The cloakroom of the fashionable Sulgrave Club in Washington, D.C., on the night of December 13, 1950, showed no evidence that it was the season of good cheer. Instead, a burly ex-boxer, the infamous Senator Joseph McCarthy, was pounding, kicking, and choking a smaller man 20 years his senior, the equally infamous — in the eyes of some — reporter and columnist Drew Pearson.

McCarthy, as usual, was full of alcohol and venom, and he was undoubtedly getting the better of the fight. He had Pearson on the floor, gasping for air and wondering if this Christmas season would be his last.

The person who saved Pearson that night was none other than Richard Nixon, then a young senator from California, who had little love for Pearson himself. He pulled McCarthy off of Pearson, allowing Pearson to grab his overcoat and beat a hasty retreat into the night.

Word of the fight spread quickly around Washington with each of the combatants testifying to his own version of the event. It was a source of delight and rich with symbolism and irony.

McCarthy may have won the fight that night but eventually lost the war. Pearson continued to pound at him, accusing him of evading taxes and demagogic red-baiting. McCarthy’s bombastic, unrestrained style had frightened every journalist in town, but he didn’t frighten the diminutive columnist.

In the history of 20th-century Washington journalism, Drew Pearson stands out as unique.

In fact, some might object to his being called a journalist at all. For much of the middle part of the century, Pearson reported and wrote a syndicated column that was by far the most widely-read item coming out of the nation’s capital. But Pearson was far more than just a columnist. He was really a power broker whom Washington insiders loved, hated, feared, and never ignored.

Pearson had friends whom he supported without question. He had enemies whom he hounded until they were out of office or even in their graves. Sometimes, his friends could also be his enemies. What McCarthy had done on that December night was what many people had been tempted to do during Pearson’s nearly 40 years astride the Washington scene.

Pearson was born in 1897 in Evanston, Illinois, to parents who were Quakers and academics. When he was six years old, the family moved to Pennsylvania where his father had taken a teaching job. Pearson graduated from Swarthmore College, where he had been editor of the student newspaper, in 1919 and joined the American Friends Service Committee. He was sent to Serbia where he worked for two years, helping to rebuild an area devastated by the conflicts of World War I.

He then traveled around the world, persuading newspapers along the way to buy his travel articles. He spent the next few years writing and traveling before joining the Baltimore Sun in 1929 as a Washington correspondent. There, he teamed with Robert S. Allen, bureau chief of the Christian Science Monitor, to write the book Washington Merry-Go-Round and its sequel. The book was an exposé of the Hoover administration and was published anonymously. Hoover found out about the authorship and made it public, and both men were fired.

Allen and Pearson teamed up to write a column, Washington Merry-Go-Round, that was distributed by United Features. After United Features dropped it, the Washington Post picked it up.

During these years, Pearson realized how journalism could become a weapon to advance the causes that he believed in, and he was not shy about developing ways to use it. Pearson had been an early supporter of Franklin Roosevelt, but as America entered and fought World War II, he became increasingly critical of the way the government was conducting the war.

Pearson also saw radio and later television as a way of promoting himself and his ideas. He had a show on the Mutual Broadcasting System in the 1930s and later with NBC that lasted for a dozen years. Along with Allen, he wrote a comic strip, Hal Hopper, Washington Correspondent, that continued for a number of years. He even appeared as himself in a number of movies, the most famous of which was The Day the Earth Stood Still.

Next: Pearson and his enemies

JS Bach: The Guardian shows you where to start with his music

This newsletter began a couple of weeks ago with a note of gratitude for the music of Johann Sebastian Bach, and that struck a pleasing note with some readers.

I have written about Bach before, mainly about the spectacularly unsuccessful letter of application he sent to the Margrave of Brandenburg, but we need to say something about his music. Now I’ve come across Erica Jeal’s brief but excellent article in The Guardian about Bach and his music.

Jeal writes:

Why his music still matters 
Because for countless musicians, whatever their omega, Bach is their alpha. He, more than any other composer, remains a shared point of reference. As Beethoven studied Bach, so do today’s music students, learning the rules of harmony from his hymn settings, and the art of counterpoint – how to interweave two or more melodies together – from his fugues. It’s almost as if Bach himself made and codified those rules, if it weren’t for how often he breaks them in his own music, and to what wonderful effect. Source: JS Bach: where to start with his music | JS Bach | The Guardian

Part of my thinking about Bach has including looking at contemporary (more or less) paintings of Bach. There was no photography in the days that Bach lived, so we have to do with these images, but I have found them dull and unrevealing.

The Guardian’s article is accompanied by a picture of the Bach statue in front of the St. Thomas Church in Leipzig, Germany, where he wrote some of his best works. I found that image more appealing and decided to try a watercolor portrait based on it.

The result is the image on the right (below).

I still wasn’t completely satisfied and thought I might try to inject a little more personality into his countenance, and consequently, you see the image on the left. I hope that I haven’t too much damage to this master of his own art.


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 Lee Child, Jack Reacher, and their biographer

Several years ago I found myself in the mystery/thriller section of a local bookstore, standing next to a man who was looking intently at a shelf of Lee Child’s books.

“I’m trying to see if they have the latest Jack Reacher novel,” he said, unnecessarily explaining himself. “If you haven’t read any of them, you should. There’s great.”

None of that needed to be said.

I had indeed read a couple of Child’s books, and I agreed with him. Child has a definite touch as a writer, and he has created a substantial and interesting hero.

So, if you are a Jack Reacher/Lee Child fan, you will probably want to take a look at this article by Heather Martin in CrimeReads.com. Martin has written a biography of Child (his real name is Jim Grant) and, as such, it is also a biography of his great fictional hero.

About the formation of the Reacher character, Martin writes:

The sheer hard labour Jim Grant put into his debut novel was phenomenal: two handwritten drafts, one in pencil and a second in blue ink, before he even started typing up for submission. But the planning notes are sparse and the vision crystal clear. From the beginning, character was king. There’s an outline summary that mirrors Jim Grant’s own biographical trajectory: ‘H is an alienated loner, redundant from job, becomes involved in some kind of [activity] which provides a determined loner the opportunity of appropriating large amount of cash, which he does, after dangers and contests, subsequently leaving the area, revenged against oppression, and enriched.’ There’s a high-concept bullet-point list of twelve steps that has its origins in Vladimir Propp’s Morphology of the Folktale (via Joseph Campbell’s The Hero with a Thousand Faces and Christopher Vogler’s The Writer’s Journey), where Lee is laying the foundations for his signature brand of mythic realism. There are seven sketchy lines on ‘features of plot’. Source: The Evolution of Jack Reacher | CrimeReads

But it’s the story of how Reacher got his name that, to me, was the most captivating. No spoiler here. I’ll let you read the article.

Baseball’s Hall of Fame loses three more

In the last six weeks, Baseball’s Hall of Fame has lost four members: Tom Seaver, Lou Brock, Bob Gibson, and Whitey Ford. We noted Seaver’s and Brock’s passing a couple of weeks ago. Gibson and Ford have died within the last few days.

Bob Gibson, the best pitcher in St. Louis Cardinal history, passed away on Friday and becomes the third baseball Hall of Famer (Lou Brock and Tom Seaver, the others) whom we have lost in the past few weeks. Gibson was a fierce competitor and fire-balling right-hander who could put the ball anywhere around the plate that he wanted.
 In 1968 his earned-run average (the chief measure of a pitcher’s effectiveness) was a minuscule 1.12. During the first game of the World Series that year, he struck out 17 batters. Those were just two of his many outstanding accomplishments.
Gibson was 84 years old and suffered from pancreatic cancer.
 
Whitey Ford was a peerless left-hander who led the New York Yankees to multiple league and World Series championships during the 1950s and 1960s. 
Catcher Elston Howard nicknamed him the Chairman of the Board because of the way he could take charge of a game, despite his diminutive size (he was 5-feet, 10-inches tall). He won 236 games, the most of any Yankee pitcher.
I was listening to the Yankees-Rays game Friday evening when I painted this watercolor.
Ford was 91 years old. RIP.
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And just when I had finished writing the above, we lose another baseball Hall of Famer: Joe Morgan.
 
Morgan was quite likely the best second baseman to ever put on a uniform. Playing for Cincinnati’s Big Red Machine in the 1970s, Morgan fielded with grace and threw with fury. He was a ten-time All Star and five-time Golden Glove winner.
 
Morgan could hit, too, sometimes with surprising power. His lifetime average was .271, but he hit 276 homers and drove in more than 1,100 runs. He hit when it counted. And he ran with abandon, stealing 689 bases during this career.
 
After his playing days, he teamed up with Jon Miller was broadcasters for ESPN’s Sunday night baseball. His comments were as insightful as his play was exciting.
 
This watercolor, “Second Baseman,” is in his honor.
 
 
Reactions
My good friend Dan C. has written this reaction to the post last week on the bombing of Pearl Harbor:
Today I am writing to disagree with your final statement in the Pearl Harbor segment. “That deadline was not met, however, and the attack came as a complete surprise.”
I hope I don’t come across as a conspiracy theorist, but there is enough evidence that Pearl Harbor was anything but a surprise. In my opinion, the Japanese Diplomatic codes were broken, as well as the possible the highest-level military ones. The fact that there were no aircraft carriers in Pearl Harbor the morning of the attack is the major indicator someone high up the chain of command knew something was coming. Even with the lucky bomb down the funnel capsizing the USS Arizona causing 1,177 deaths, the 2,403 total losses were within acceptable levels to gain our entry into the war. The actual damage to the ships was relatively small in the scheme of the Pacific Fleet, especially when you discount the missing three carriers. The one reported carrier damaged was the concrete decked, mock carrier, target ship (I believe it was the USS Idaho). It would also be why the US did not respond in the way Admiral Yamamoto expected. If the US leadership was not secretly chomping at the bit to have an excuse to enter the war we probably would have immediately sued for peace.
It is similar to the possible false flag operation by the British Navy in sinking the Lusitania to gain our entry into WW I. At no other time did a U-boat sink a boat, especially an unarmed transport ship and stop, surface, and display a large German flag to ensure the survivors knew it was a German ship sinking them.   
I guess that limits my conspiracy theories (unless you want to talk about the JFK Killing or the Roswell Cover-up). 
Take care and stay safe, Dan.
Dan, I was probably incorrect to say so flatly that the bombing was a “complete surprise,” so I will qualify that with a couple of points. It was a surprise to most of the American public who had little knowledge or awareness of the negotiations that the U.S. had engaged in with Japan. Those who had kept up with the situation would have had some expectation that war was possible or even likely.
President Roosevelt granted Japan very little room to maneuver with the demand that Japan withdraw from China. But Japan had also demanded that the U.S. stop supporting the Chinese nationalists, and America was not about to do that. Consequently, that there would a war was not a surprise.
What was a genuine surprise to many — although certainly not beyond the realm of thinking — was that Japan would strike at Pearl Harbor first. Most analysts believed that Japan would hit the Philippines because it was less defensible than Pearl Harbor. A strike against Pearl Harbor was thought less likely simply because, logistically, it would be so difficult to move a strike force of carriers into position to make the attack.
That thinking, of course, is what Admiral Yamamoto counted on, and it worked. Yamamoto had demanded that a declaration of war be handed to the Secretary of State at least an hour before the attack, and he was assured that the diplomats in Washington would do that. They failed, either because of the slowness of translation of the final message ending negotiations — the accepted version of events for many years — or because of deliberate malfeasance, for which is there some evidence. Even that final message did not contain an explicit declaration of war.
Are you a “conspiracy theorist” for having made the points in your email? I think not. What we know about the bombing today does not lend itself to easy interpretation or conclusion. Thanks very much for responding. Jim
 

Finally . . .

This week’s watercolor (with graphite): Lefty
 

Best quote of the week:

Words, when written, crystallize history; their very structure gives permanence to the unchangeable past. Francis Bacon, essayist, philosopher, and statesman (1561-1626)

Helping those in need

Fires in California, hurricanes on the Atlantic Coast, tornados in Tennessee, and now coronavirus — disasters occur everywhere. They have spread untold misery and disruption. The people affected by them need our help.

It’s not complicated. Things happen to people, and we should be ready to do all the good we can in all of the ways we can. (Some will recognize that I am paraphrasing John Wesley here).

When is the last time you gave to your favorite charity? The United Methodist Committee on Relief (UMCOR.org) is my favorite charity. Please make a contribution to this one or to yours.

Keep reading, keep writing (especially to me), and have a great weekend.

Jim

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Last week’s newsletter: Why Pearl Harbor was bombed (part 2), Ian Rankin, reporting on the infirm who hold power: newsletter, October 9, 2020

 

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