RegardingSaunders

hing is, as I've said, I love this sort of book. I love a revelatory expedition; or,

to invoke a more intimate topology, I yearn, ever and always, to get under the skin of

things. And there's some-thing sinewy here too. Dia-gnostics, exegesis, I don't know what to call it. Both. Neither.

George Saunders is clear-ly an inspired and inspi-ring teacher; and I’ll bet

that just sharing his air in a class-room setting would be a truly un-forgettable experience. There’s charisma in action here, no two ways about it.

The first section in particular, in which Saunders puts slivers of In the Cart, a short story by Chekhov, under an electron microscope, is particularly deftly