“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
– William Faulkner
“The past is prologue...”
– William Shakespeare
The Falling Idols of My 1963: A Story of Collateral Damage tells this story, one that is both universal and unique. It’s about a teenage boy on the cusp of young adulthood struggling like his peers to let go of his parents, most especially his idealized father, and define himself as his own man. Ironically, this transition is made all the more rocky when his hero falls suddenly from grace, as it has been for numbers of young men who end up clinging to their fallen idols for much of their lives. Closing their eyes, numbing their minds, and freezing time, they surrender and pay them undue homage. Resurrecting their fathers as they once were for them, these sons would reverse the course of the life cycle, theirs and that of the parent who has seemed suddenly to fail them and who, they are acutely aware of, is doomed to die. At times, they claim their parents’ nostalgia as their own and relive it over and over again.