The Tenth of December by George Saunders. On the far reaches of creativity, just on the edge of "what the hell?" lives George Saunders, whose new book of short stories sends me reeling around looking for adjectives more intense than "amazing" or "wonderful." I am thrown back into hippie speak - "out of sight," or'"far out" or "too much!"
Saunders is the master of interior dialogue. He squirrels himself into the brains of his bizarre but completely normal characters and turns on the monkey mind we all possess. These characters think in cliches, the cliches of the times and the cliches one collects in response to the stresses of life. The mix is hilarious and sad and mind blowing at the same time. At the same time, Saunders reveals the plot in tiny increments so that you, the reader, are led along by this master con man until the entire story blows up in your face. A Pow! as in the comics.
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