so robert mcnamara has died, which kind of sort of isn't a big deal since he was 800 and lived a full life and had a whole errol morris movie in which to explain himself. so we can't be too sad (beyond the fact that he is memorialized as "the architect of the vietnam war," which is a terribly sad thing to be memorialized for). because old people, they do die.
but then, we are living in extraordinary times. this is, after all, THE SUMMER OF DEATH. a context in which the death of robert mcnamara looms rather larger than it would in any other season. because robert mcnamara is a kennedy person, and death, as we all know, does like his kennedys. and as my mum so eloquently pointed out this morning, "it's only july. a whole heap of them could die before summer's out."