I knew he was unreliable, but he was fun to be with. He was a childโs ideal companion, full of surprises and happy animal energy. He enjoyed food and drink. He liked to try new things. He brought home coconuts, papayas, mangoes, and urged them on our reluctant conservative selves. On Sundays he liked to discover new places, take us on endless bus or trolley rides to some new park or beach he knew about. He always counseled daring, in whatever situation, the courage to test the unknown, an instruction that was thematically in opposition to my motherโs.
E. L. DoctorowHistory is the present. That's why every generation writes it anew. But what most people think of as history is its end product, myth.
E. L. Doctorow