When I saw the movie Quiz Show, I squirmed in my seat because the literary-hothouse atmosphere of the Van Doren menage was all too familiar. Like the young Van Dorens, the Fadiman children were ritually asked to identify literary quotations. While my mother negotiated a honking traffic jam on a Los Angeles freeway en route to a restaurant, my father would mutter, “‘We are here as on a darkling plain / Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight.’ Source?” And Kim and I would squeal in chorus, “‘Dover Beach’!”
