I was on holiday last week, which gave me an opportunity to enjoy what had long promised to be two of the great cultural highlights of 2017: new work from, respectively, Father John Misty and George Saunders.
The former’s “Pure Comedy” has, I gather, been discussed elsewhere passim. I think most Afterworders are now reasonably well acquainted with Master Tillman’s schtick, and have probably already gone some way towards determining where their regard for said schtick most comfortably resides along the tremulous and sometimes illusory line that stretches all the way from love to hate and back again.
Saunders is probably more of an unknown quantity in these parts. He is the author of numerous books of short stories, including the quite superb “Civilwarland in Bad Decline” and “Pastoralia”, and has this month debuted his first full length novel; “Lincoln In The Bardo”. Saunders was recommended to me by an astute bookshop clerk three years ago (“the Twain of the 21st Century”, breathlessly expounded said clerk), and I have subsequently devoured his full output. If you’re in the market for tales of experimental drugs that make theme park workers actually believe they’re living in medieval times, trafficked women from » Continue Reading.