Doxology: A Novel

by Nell Zink

Generation X. Too disaffected to defend their own ideals, too idealistic to admit their mercantilism, their perspective hemmed in on every horizon by the almighty dollar, they were credible to no one.

Finally he and Jennifer were standing in front of the painting she liked. It depicted a disconsolate Godzilla seated at a dining table with tears in its eyes, staring openmouthed at a birthday cake. “I don’t get it,” he said. “He breathes fire, so he can’t blow out the candles and get his wish.”