Remembering Irving Howe

If I were to meet with Irving Howe today, in a New York coffee shop, or at Drenka Willen’s* lovely dinner table, or in our kitchen here in Budapest, where my wife and I would invite a few friends to meet Irving and liana, we would most certainly be interrogated. An intelligent, painstaking curiosity would like to know what is happening here, how we are faring, and just what sort of people are we, anyway? And it wouldn’t be simply the curiosity of a colleague or that of a critic, a...