What a dink.
Since finishing A Song for Nettie Johnson and before starting The Polished Hoe (not about an experienced prostitute), I read 3 books.
1) McSweeney’s 38
This was my favourite McSweeeney’s I had read yet. The cover was very satisfying and did not fall apart. There was a part about 75% of the way through the book which was clearly a comic strip (or graphic novelization), which I spent 75% of my reading experience excited to get to (not because I love comics, but it was so different, it was bound to be amazing). Then it was a one-joke thing. Still good. It’s card to read graphic comics, because you can zoom through it really fast without really appreciating the pictures if you don’t watch yourself. There was no special sections of writing from a particular country, or stunt formats or anything like that, so it was pretty ordinary, but the quality of writing was very high. Reading about Arabs who serve in the Israeli army caused me to look up the history of Israel on Wikipedia again. The more I learn about Israel, the harder it is to understand what’s going on there. I don’t mean from a moral point of view, I mean I literally don’t understand, mostly why there is so much bulldozing of houses, and then I guess shooting of missiles. And it’s in such a small space and every viewpoint you hear seems very surprised that anyone would react violently to what they’re doing.
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