I just finished reading The Swimmer by John Cheever. It was published in the New Yorker in 1964 so they posted a link to it to coincide with the summer fiction issue. I saw the 1968 movie within the past year. It was on Turner Movie Classics so I DVR'd it. It starred Burt Lancaster as Ned, the man who has decided to swim home from a friend's house via the swimming pools between the two points. It was definitely a period piece, a look into the life of an erstwhile successful man - "in the grey flannel suit"- as he encounters the pool owners along the way. I have been watching movies from the 60s and 70s recently out of nostalgia for the period. I was aware of them at the time but fifty years on, they seem foreign. I guess we thought we were very modern back then too. There's no chance that I will be able to look back on today in fifty years. I am hoping that I can make twenty years.
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