So yes, it's lots of lying in bed watching movies on TV. The other night TCM, which is screening old Oscar winners, showed Gentlemen's Agreement. I found I remembered exactly three things about that movie: first, it must have been in 1947, because I was taking Creative Writing in my senior year (didn't learn a thing; fiction, it turned out, is not my metier.) But I remember that our instructor, a grad student, took the whole class downtown to see that movie. I knew nothing in those days, hadn't read the book, hadn't heard of the movie, hardly knew what a grad student was, had no idea why he thought we should see the film. That's the first thing.
Second, I remembered the plot -- Gregory Peck, WASP journalist, tells everyone he's Jewish, to gather material for a series he's writing on anti-Semitism.
And third, I remembered John Garfield, the
one-of-my-best-friends-is-a-Jew just back from The War, still crisp and beautifully pressed in his Captain's uniform.
The other night I realized why he was my only memory from the movie. Short, dark, wiry, intense -- he reminded me of my father. Who -- off-t0pic I know but it's nice to post his picture -- died only a couple of years after that.