in order to join the fracas con gusto--I might well have then exceeded my personal limits for Disturbing zeitgeists.. thus demurred. But I may have to revisit, now that I'm accustomed to/if not fully-accepting of.. the fact of overt deterioration of sensibilities, damn near everywhere. Guess I have to catch up.. before I join Them.
Hmm Lot 49 sounds the next best ticket-of entry then; I mean, what could be a better dose of cognitive dissonance than to disregard the Author's opinion of his own work, I ask?
(However, that shall have to wait.. Europe Central is taking-on that familiar state: Oh Jeez! I can see that this is finite!--eventually I shall run-out-of 'It'.. and what could follow It??
Can books be listed as 'A Controlled Substance'?)

Had to look up [where's that Right type-font!] Schalldeckel, that essential almost-leitmotif for the sleepwalker's dream-state.. What a Hoot! Can Vollmann maintain this level of extrapolation of n-details into a truthiness so much larger than the Parts?

These recent excursions into the Century in which I was spawned--then had to disregard all the jingoistic local versions of that-all--are causing me to realize more fully: just how Nasty Was the Twentieth.
And too: if the Twenty-first is going to echo its first decade ...
Somehow.. forewarned is forearmed is a phrase offering no sustenance ... ...

Carrion.