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Democracy in Crisis: This Ain't the Summer of Love

Democracy in Crisis: This Ain't the Summer of Love

One night last week, I suddenly started pouring sweat, heart pounding, as I fell off my couch. I couldn't feel my hands or my feet and my vision was narrowing, occluded by static, into a small spot. It was the beginning of a high-fever, five-day stomach flu. To paraphrase Joan Didion, it was not an unreasonable response to the summer of 2017.

I've been thinking about Didion a lot, especially "Slouching Toward Bethlehem," her piece from 50 years ago, a report on some of the lost children of the Summer of Love and also an extended meditation on William Butler Yeats' poem "The Second Coming"

The line connecting Yeats to Didion to us: "The...

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