Exodus of Memory
So here's what's a bit disconcerting for reporters of a certain age:
I'm writing an obituary this afternoon about a retired journalist named Boyd France, whose first big story was a 1947 interview with the captain of the Exodus, the famous ship crammed with 4,500 Jewish war refugees who had been denied entry into what was then British Palestine. France swam out to a small boat, which was able to manuever close enough to the ship for him to get the interview. Just to double-check how much background information I needed to include in the obit (which will be in The Post shortly), I asked a young reporter sitting nearby if she was aware of "the Exodus story."
"Like in the Bible?" she said.
"No, like in the late 1940s," I said. "Leon Uris's novel. The 1960 movie with Paul Newman and Eva Marie Saint."
She didn't know, although she said it sounded interesting.
The generation gap reminded me of touring Prague with a group of American editorial writers in 1990, shortly after the collapse of the Soviet Union. "And where were you during the Soviet invasion of '68?" one of our group asked our young guide.
She smiled politely. "I wasn't born," she said.
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