Friday, October 9, 2009
I look forward to a George Saunders story the way a breast-feeding child nips at the air, hungry for mama’s milk. I just finished “Victory Lap” in the latest New Yorker. My new favorite. Reading Saunders gives me the same feeling each time: guess I can't write this story, since he just did. But a story like "Victory Lap" makes me want to sit at the keyboard and write, and that is just as good.