A bookish lad
I suppose it was inevitable that, in my second year as a father, this blog should have become an inventory of children’s books (and children’s music, movies, and TV).
Yesterday, reading “The Sneetches” to the boy, I had an epiphany:
This is the story that explains the oeuvre of George Saunders.
He has long been producing variants of “The Sneetches.”
I also knew why the actor Kurtwood Smith has always looked familiar. He is the spitting image of the Zax. Even his nude scene in Cedar Rapids owes a great deal to the Zax.
We went to the library this afternoon. Samuel loves it there. His face lit up when I took him to the sale aisle. Then he cried when I took him away, but he forgot his sorrow when Karin permitted him to explore the stacks.
Yesterday, reading “The Sneetches” to the boy, I had an epiphany:
This is the story that explains the oeuvre of George Saunders.
He has long been producing variants of “The Sneetches.”
I also knew why the actor Kurtwood Smith has always looked familiar. He is the spitting image of the Zax. Even his nude scene in Cedar Rapids owes a great deal to the Zax.
We went to the library this afternoon. Samuel loves it there. His face lit up when I took him to the sale aisle. Then he cried when I took him away, but he forgot his sorrow when Karin permitted him to explore the stacks.
