October 20, 2004

I met him once, he smelled like smoke

Maud Newton points to a great essay by George Saunders on Vonnegut

“He was assuming these physical details; that is, he was assuming that I was supplying them. A forest was a forest, he seemed to be saying, let's not get all flaky about it. You've seen forests, I've seen forests, can we get on to bigger things--the human heart as it actually is, the tragic way time passes, the way actual cowardice and inadequacy looks and feels? And then, horror of horrors, in the midst of the march towards Dresden, here came a damn spaceship!”

Posted by Alex at 12:02 PM