We All Love To Hate

"To Hate Like This" is undoubtedly (and ironically) a labor of love. But it is also an opportunity for Blythe to exorcise the ghost of his father. To Blythe's father, "loving one thing seemed to require that you hate another, that you divide the world into two disproportionate pieces: the inherently local and familial, that which was known and loved, and the unknown, the foreignness that threatened the gentle people behind the boxwood hedge in their Carolina yard. . . . There were always two places in the world: home and everyplace else." (CBS News)