Every one in a while you find a story that speaks to you, in fact it speaks to you so much that it usually haunts you for a few days, months. It begins whispering its words in your ear as you go about your daily life, after a while the words of the story become your own, you find yourself quoting it to people, random innocent people, its mad but you can't help yourself. They are so much a part of you that suddenly they escape your lips and travel onto someone elses ears, to someone elses thoughts.
I found such a story. The last time I found something this poientant and memborable it was Prufrock and our affair is on going. But this is new commer a modern new commer, in fact he's so new that dag nabbit he is still alive. I can't remember the last time I was fascinated by an author that was still living and breathing.
Anyway without further ado if I have not bored you senseless Colson Whitehead's story can be found at the following link: http://nytimes.com/2001/11/11/magazine/11WWLN.html
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