"Humanity is part of nature and that is exactly the problem"

Philip Gourevitch, editor of The Paris Review, quoted verbatim from an interview with Boston Globe :

One of my complaints with contemporary fiction, and even some journalism, is that it's never as colorful as life; it's timid by comparison to the strangeness of the world. We're living in a really outlandish time. You can barely pick up the paper without being surprised. There are wild things every week. We have enormously interesting villains in public life and in daily life. We have enormously interesting failures, huge dramatic events. And then you pick up fiction, and it's about the inability to have a romance.

The book I am currently reading, a book written by Mr Gourevitch, is called We Wish To Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families. It is about murder, deceit, political aggrandizement, heart-stopping escapes, Lake Victoria, pygmies, cheese sandwich, machetes. Needless to say, it is not contemporary fiction.

It is the book my husband disdainfully described as the one "that kept me from getting screwed"; and by "screwed" he did mean copulation. I'd probably finish the book in a few hours, and after I'm done reeling from the sheer horror and stupidity plaguing the human race, perhaps I shall tell you about it.

mokciknab muttered at 8:02 am ~ ~