Concerning the day Kennedy was shot,
the biographer wrote, “What has become
unraveled since that afternoon in Dallas
is … the sense of a coherent reality
most of us shared. We seem from
that moment to have entered a world
of randomness and ambiguity.” It
was like a light went on for the reader,
“Of course, then, that day, that moment
while I was driving home from school,
turning the corner, hearing the news —
that specific recollection is the un-
ambiguous moment before the giant
doorway leading to national ambiguity
opened. And I drove on into what event-
ually would resemble more a dystopian
brave new world and a shrugging of
Atlas than the magical realm of Camelot.”