Trap. Horrible trap. At one’s birth it is sprung. Some last day must arrive. When you will need to get out of this body. Bad enough. Then we bring a baby here. The terms of the trap are compounded. That baby also must depart. All pleasures should be tainted by that knowledge. But hopeful dear us, we forget.
5/5 stars to “Lincoln in the Bardo” by George Saunders. Ren said to me just last week that people who do something first are usually so beloved because they could see and do things that people before them couldn’t. I felt that way about this book. Saunders has an unconventional and original approach to storytelling, and the story he’s telling is so beautiful and viscerally human that I can’t seem to let it go.
Finished: April 19, 2019