… Sinners in the hands of an angry buddha. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
The material in this collection trades in mature topics, no less serious than the death of a child. Intelligent teenagers are marooned without jobs or the means to attend college during the Great Depression, poverty sits next to great affluence in New York City, there is despair and divorce and premarital sex, when marriage thereafter began to collapse as a norm. But Fitzgerald’s precision and fineness, even at the depth of his powers, exceeds contemporary writers by miles. If Saunders thinks Trump is no Lincoln—and what president is a Lincoln?—George Saunders is no Scott Fitzgerald.
There is a good deal of nonsense written since the election of Donald Trump. However, I think that it would be enlightening to read the the editorial the New Criterion had ready for the election of Hillary Clinton.
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