He columns were the main reason I subscribed to "National Review." When she stopped, my subscription stopped.
She never seemed to fail at digging through the layers of humus that covered so much of our lives to expose the truth. She was the soul of wit.
She was not only a columnist who touched us where our brains would take us, but refuse to utter:
‘while watching ‘Psycho’ a single question ran through my head: “Where can I get a shower head with that kind of capacity?”’ or her being entice by a late night ad for a device that will open the hard plastic sealed packages that are now impossible to open.
She was at her best as a reviewer. My personal favorite was her review of Tom Brokaw's book "The Greatest Generation." She was one of the few who actually appeared to have read the book and exposed how it lacked any insight and was mostly filled with his own media consensus, post WWII welfare state loving politics. How his book was poorly written, it seemed to have been researched and pasted together by the newsroom interns.
I can't express how sad it makes me that she will not write more. m/r
Blog: A Salute to Florence King
From March 1, 2012 By Matthew May
"I don't think I'm going to live much longer."
In her usual direct manner, 76 year-old Florence King announced that her column, "The Bent Pin," in the March 5, 2012, edition of National Review would be her last.
She has been dropping hints several recent pieces, not only in a column on famous last words, but seemingly at the end of her perfect tribute to the late Christopher Hitchens concerning the speculation of whether the atheist was in Heaven or Hell: "He's in the sea lane next to mine."
Longtime readers of NR will remember Miss King as the author of "The Misanthrope's Corner," prior to her sudden retirement in 2002. "The Bent Pin" came around in the mid-2000s. Happily, Miss King will be reviewing books in the literary section of National Review until can write no more. But her commentary on the political parade will be missed. She claimed in her final column that she had become "incompatible" with politics, but for reasons that most would undoubtedly recognize:
In her usual direct manner, 76 year-old Florence King announced that her column, "The Bent Pin," in the March 5, 2012, edition of National Review would be her last.
She has been dropping hints several recent pieces, not only in a column on famous last words, but seemingly at the end of her perfect tribute to the late Christopher Hitchens concerning the speculation of whether the atheist was in Heaven or Hell: "He's in the sea lane next to mine."
Longtime readers of NR will remember Miss King as the author of "The Misanthrope's Corner," prior to her sudden retirement in 2002. "The Bent Pin" came around in the mid-2000s. Happily, Miss King will be reviewing books in the literary section of National Review until can write no more. But her commentary on the political parade will be missed. She claimed in her final column that she had become "incompatible" with politics, but for reasons that most would undoubtedly recognize:
"Maybe it was the endless hours spent watching the Jacobins on MSNBC, maybe it was switching to CNN and finding cyberspacey John King, the high-tech finger-painter, noodling his living maps. Whatever it was, I was trapped in a cycle of revulsion, resignation, and exhaustion that became unbearable. It was cri de coeur time and out it came: 'I HATE POLITICS!'Who among us has not had the same reaction to this vile era in American history? Who among us could express it as well as Florence King?
"I'm sick of everybody on both sides, whether it's Obama making a fool of himself singing at the Apollo Theater, or the whole Nitt Gomney-Sanctus Santorum omnium gatherum on the right."
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