First, Maureen Dowd declared in a New York Times Op-Ed piece that the Iraq war "has turned into Grendel, devouring everything in sight and making it uninhabitable. It has ravaged Iraq, Bush’s presidency, the federal budget, the Republican majority, American invincibility and integrity, and now, John McCain’s chance to be president. And there’s no Beowulf in sight." And now, this past Sunday, on three morning news programs, Karl Rove first complained that Democrat leaders on Capitol Hill were like Captain Ahabs relentlessly pursuing him [making Karl Rove Moby Dick], and then later, to Chris Wallace on FOX News, he said,
"Let's face it, I mean, I'm a myth. You know, I'm Beowulf, you know, I'm Grendel. I don't know who I am, but they're after me."
It's sad that Karl Rove doesn't know who he is [in the eyes of his supposed persecutors], but isn't it great to see the classics of the Western canon get such play? Then again, maybe some people shouldn't read so much. There's literacy, and then there's . . . surreality. By which I mean: politics.