Things Fall Apart

There are some days where the world seems to be falling apart. And then there are books in which the world is actually falling apart.

God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater by Kurt Vonnegut is a book of the latter category. The 4o so pages I’m into it and the character, Eliot Rosewater, is grasping in every direction to find some that makes sense. And not just in that literal, oh yes, that person is crazy. That makes sense given their odd behavior (read The Interrogation by J.M.G. Le Clezio for more of that category).

It is more of the sense in which the whole picture is complete. It is a feeling of relief, maybe even happiness. Mostly, I think it is a mix of hope and passion. The knowing that things will not fall apart. Or if they do, it doesn’t really matter.

Of course, I only bring this up because it has been one of those days, maybe even weeks, where the world seems to be falling apart.

Time for high demands. Or just more sleep.

There is one more category I almost forgot: books that fall apart. See Run by Ann Patchett. The novel starts out a story about two African American boys who are adopted by a white Boston politician. Let the falling apart begin!


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