-“Toward the end he must have suffered horribly”-
Gazing at the recent photos leaked from the Oval Office of ‘The Donald’, miniature hands clutching small crayons and working at his DIY coloring-book hidden behind a coffee-table volume of ‘Archimedes: A Life: it’s hard not to pity his paucity of anagrams for the sad name ‘TRUMP’. ‘A PUMP on the RUMP for TRUMP’? That’s kinda it?
But after just now reading Anais Nin’s tour-de-force bio of the Soviet-era brute Jozef Stalin, the parallels are unavoidably painful.
Written in the actual six-letter ‘revolutionary’ script he considered forcing upon his rightly-fearful nation in the final years, Nin’s volume retroactively fulfills ‘Uncle Joe’s’ aberrant dream.
Even though ‘Dementia’ was unfortunately not in his ‘New’ dictionary, though it very well ought to have been.
In Chapter three, for example, the gifted author gives a glimpse into his madness:
‘STALN’S ‘LAST LISTS’:
Limited by the party-approved use of only the 6 letters in His Name: S-T-A-L-I-N: in ‘Hexagraph’ as he intended to call it; one feels the iron curtain of constriction and claustrophobia, distinctly.
(Trump has, at least, 140 characters after all, including 2nd-grade misspellings.)
SALT IN TINS
(Of the last entry, decadently non-Slavic, Nin explains by saying ‘STALIN AIN’T A SAINT!’)
He continues shopping:
LANTANA (a bitter plant, after which he appended ‘TALL’
And TANNIN (enough for curing 6+ million human hides?)
Okay, one gets the point. The man ‘wasn’t right‘. Sound familiar yet?
His ‘to-do’ list: (for the First 30 years of un-elected office:)
‘SIT AN’ INSTALL ‘TINSAL’ (those low-ceiling dachas are perfect… for an elevator-shoed midget)
A STINT AS A SAINT? (a wish granted, posthumously …. until the truth hit the fans)
LATIN? ( might need it.. you know, in S.A.)
SATAN? TINT? (Yup, a ‘precident; orange hair, a comb-over, spray-on TAN. They only found the spiked TAIL during the autopsy)
And that’s my review, pending Reader imaginations. Kudos to Ms Nin for her research.