April 4, 2009 § Leave a comment
Ladies and gentleman… Mr Donald Barthelme. Who was a writer. Prinicipally of stories. About these stories, it is hard to be certain. Some of them involve pictures. Others contain people. None of them are “constructed mousetrap-like to supply, at the finish, a tiny insight typically having to do with innocence violated”.
This last sentence is one that particularly pains me: God, after he had made several beasts, must have quickly lost any joy at the sight of a creature swimming or flying. It had already been done so well. If it had been worth doing it all.