Big Machine
by Victor LaValle
Blown away. Flabbergasted. Confused as heck.
I think I get the message, but I don't understand one thing in particular--what was Solomon Clay trying to do? Or maybe I do understand, sort of.
Victor LaValle is probably the equal of Neil Gaimon in coming up with mind-altering literature. And I sense there's a whole lot of meaning in here. Since I'm not literary or even all that perceptive, I'm not sure exactly what that meaning is. Other people might even find other meaning. It's that kind of deep, you know?
The calendar is looking good.
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