Getting through this book was difficult as it's one, long litany of the horrible things people are doing to one another all across the globe right thiGetting through this book was difficult as it's one, long litany of the horrible things people are doing to one another all across the globe right this very minute. But I figured if Kevin Sites was tough enough to witness it all first hand while enduring jet lag and worse, well, I'd damn well be tough enough to at least read about it from the comfort of my own home.
It's not amazing writing, but it's good enough, and I was impressed with the scope of his project and how he struggled with his own ethics at times. I hope he takes a very long vacation.
Africa was the worst of it, of course. Followed closely by Iraq.
Which brings me to today's news: Our illustrious President today announced rather ominously that Iran is a global threat. He only has less than a year to get his invasion of Iran underway. What possible excuse is he going to trump up to get the support of the American people behind him this time? How is he going to convince us that it's imperative we slog into that quagmire with our flags waving? And how soon afterward will the draft be called?
I swear to the gods I will leave this country. Recipe for my exodus: Huckabee + invasion of Iran + Draft. It's either than or molotov cocktails hurled at the white house. I don't think that would be uncalled for, do you?...more
**spoiler alert** Holy fuck. This book will make you want to wash your hands... a lot. Also, you may feel compelled to go out and purchase your own HA**spoiler alert** Holy fuck. This book will make you want to wash your hands... a lot. Also, you may feel compelled to go out and purchase your own HAZMAT suit. Try not to read this book before bed. It may cause some unsettling dreams. Like... dreams about your internal organs liquifying and bleeding out of your eyeballs. I don't know, I found that kind of unsettling. This book has singlehandedly accomplished my vow to never visit Africa. Mostly because Africa is a giant continent filled with monkey pox and malarial insects. Does that make me a big namby pamby puddin head? That's okay. I'm comfortable with that. I'm fine with staying places on the globe where I'm less likely to scrape my hand on bat guano and die a horrible, convulsive, putrifying death 36 hours later. I'm funny that way.
Also, in combination with the book 'The Coming Plague' by Laurie Garrett, with reading this I became convinced that our destruction as a species will come not at the tragedy of nuclear annihilation, which I had feared my entire conscious life... but instead through tiny, virulent microorganisms which will become eternally mutating flesh-eating death machines, ripping through our communities until there's nothing left but rotting jelly. I have felt much more relaxed about life since then.
This is the sort of book that I didn't expect to like, given that the title seems ridiculously ambitious. But in a moment of optimism I bought it anywThis is the sort of book that I didn't expect to like, given that the title seems ridiculously ambitious. But in a moment of optimism I bought it anyway, and boy did it pay off. Nicole Krauss skirts the intimidating topic of romantic love by sneaking up behind other kinds of love and encouraging them to stop leaning against the wall at the dance and get out there and share their groove thang. She weaves together disparate threads of lives until, by the end, you see the vast, beautiful, silken ascot they all comprise together. I loved the non-linear approach, the tiny details, the quiet way she hints at what makes us human. This book is everything I hope to find when I go to fiction. It reminded me to not take anything for granted... to take love where it finds me... not to scoff at any that comes along, albeit tiny and well camoflaged. Like the Grinch, when I read this book my heart grew three sizes....more