Mama Ann

Sabemos que hay los equipos de escritores que hacen que las memorias de esta gente parezcan las de esta gente, y sabemos que en estos niveles nada es lo que parece, pero joder, este no es el bodoque típico que uno espera de unas memorias.

Lo que Mr. président dice sobre su madre escapa al nivel de la sensibleria general en estos casos de literatura electoral:

"I think sometimes that had I known she would not survive her illness, I might have written a different book—less a meditation on the absent parent, more a celebration of the one who was the single constant in my life. In my daughters I see her every day, her joy, her capacity for wonder. I won’t try to describe how deeply I mourn her passing still. I know that she was the kindest, most generous spirit I have ever known, and that what is best in me I owe to her."


Al decir del Escriba, tener rasgos de humanidad mide.