For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that
the world is barely there at all. Don't we all secretly know this?
It's a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to
be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call
life. Behind it? Below it and Around it? Chaos. Storms. Men with
hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they
cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of
horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance
in defiance of the dark...
For a more thoughtful and comprehensive review on 11/22/63, check out The New Dork Review of Books.
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