that’s Mr. Bernstein, to you.
Harry left us this past Friday at the age of one hundred-and-one years of age (Harry, not the rest of us, yet). that’s hard to do, as are writing books, and good books, at that.
I never met Harry. and, I don’t why. but, I’ve read his books. The Invisible Wall, and possibly The Dream. you may argue for his, The Golden Willow, as would likely Harry himself (it was a focus on Ruby, his wife of seventy years) will likely be the most notable. he wrote several dozen others. however, he destroyed the majority of his work when they failed to be published. I suspect that after you can’t put down What Happened to Rose you will find yourself comparing Harry to the likes of Frank McCourt and his own Angela’s Ashes, D.H. Lawrence and even Isaac Singer. you’ll need to investigate those. do it!
The Invisible Wall was a love story, of sorts. in some respects his books were about religion as viewed through life, as a lens.
from his Wikipedia profile:
“You’ve got to be taught to hate. You’ve got to be taught from the time you’re six or seven or eight. It’s put in your mind. It’s handed down, almost like an heirloom, among Christians. They didn’t know why they hated us.”
all that said, as I was pondering Harry, and what he will eventually mean to us all, I came across the following quote from him that dated back to his ninety-seventh year:
“When you get into your 90s like I am, there’s nowhere else to think except the past. There’s no future to think about. There’s very little present,” Bernstein told the AP in 2007, when “The Invisible Wall” was published.
I’ll keep this post short. rather like a nod towards Harry, if you will. his life was long although his notoriety was not. yet, he has offered us all something of a legacy with vital lessons around tolerance, love and perspective. that will certainly endure.
so all that has Harry finishing well with us all reminded we can always contribute, and always.
peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
brian patrick cork