... and it seems uncomfortably fitting of the moment we're in right now.
My latest book is both a page turner, and emotionally hard to read. It's Hans Fallada, EVERY MAN DIES ALONE. It's set in Germany during the time of the Nazis and I tell you, it's more dystopian than Cormac McCarthy's THE ROAD. Perhaps it feels this way because this is set in actual historyand Nazi Germany was something that Fallada lived through. His experience shows. I'm only halfway through this thing, and though I can't put it down, I also cannot wait for it to be finished. Whew. Also, it's already one of those storylines that I can't forget.
It's odd too to be reading this while there are terrorist events going on all over the world. It's not that EVERY MAN is a parallel to what's going on exactly. But it is a reminder of how quickly what seems normal and secure (to the point that we don't even think about how secure we are in this country) can dissipate into something much, much worse.
So that's where I'm at. ... And it's Thanksgiving isn't it? In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I will say that I am so grateful to be living in peace -- for now, in this moment.