06-01-2012, 04:47 PM
As far as Epstein is concerned, I think that Inquest is a useful book, but only up to a point. Ultimately it misleads the trusting reader.
In his memoir If You Have a Lemon, Make Lemonade, Warren Hinckle puts it this way: "...at the end of this careful document so destructive of the commission's work, Epstein abandoned the discipline of reason for the certainty of intuition. He implied that, despite the fact that he had just proved the commission was not competent to resolve with any certainty if it was raining, its gratuitous assumption that Oswald was the lone assassin was probably the right one, in the first place. The commission's defenders bent over gratefully to accept the graduate student's whiplashes in order to rejoice in the warm glow of his leap to faith." (Lemon, mass market paperback edition, p. 224.)
I would be remiss in not pointing out something that troubles me. In this same memoir, which I find well written and entertaining, Hinckle ostensibly defends Jim Garrison while also implying ("...[a] glass of bourbon in his left hand, the scales of justice in his right") he was a drunk (p. 213).
In his memoir If You Have a Lemon, Make Lemonade, Warren Hinckle puts it this way: "...at the end of this careful document so destructive of the commission's work, Epstein abandoned the discipline of reason for the certainty of intuition. He implied that, despite the fact that he had just proved the commission was not competent to resolve with any certainty if it was raining, its gratuitous assumption that Oswald was the lone assassin was probably the right one, in the first place. The commission's defenders bent over gratefully to accept the graduate student's whiplashes in order to rejoice in the warm glow of his leap to faith." (Lemon, mass market paperback edition, p. 224.)
I would be remiss in not pointing out something that troubles me. In this same memoir, which I find well written and entertaining, Hinckle ostensibly defends Jim Garrison while also implying ("...[a] glass of bourbon in his left hand, the scales of justice in his right") he was a drunk (p. 213).