thoughts

Loved the poignancy of the first quarter of this book, and amazed at how well the chapters comprised of quotations had worked. Tonally compassionate with his signature breezy dark humor. Saunders paints his refreshing metaphors with poetic tenderness and sweet sorrow. Was not bothered by its “lack of plot,” but am not sure if it juggled the more historically significant issues in the best or most appropriate way that it could, particularly in the last quarter of the book.