Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade, A Duty-Dance with Death

Last week I was reading the third volume of Marcel Proust’s A La Recherche du Temps Perdu: The Guermantes Way. And it’s brilliant. I can see how people think Marcel Proust is the greatest writer who ever lived. He’s unique, and if the way he’s unique tickles your fancy, he’s your boy. But I wasContinue reading “Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade, A Duty-Dance with Death”