Elie Wiesel was a Holocaust survivor, Nobel Peace Prize winner, a prolific author, and an outspoken activist for peace and human rights. He died Saturday, at 87 years old.
I wrote it to get rid of a mood by condensing it and writing it down: the fascinated, uneasy sense of having relocated into the Uncanny Valley without quite meaning to, and the landscape does listen, and didn’t we use to have winters? As catharsis it proved an utter failure, but I think it works as a (partial!) commonplace book of things we’re doing we probably, by and large, should not.
I can’t tell my son how every rich city first envied, and then bought, the ubiquitous automated gun networks the military developed to make occupations safe for the occupiers.
I could explain that the guns were taught, he has lived all of his life with machines that learn, but how could I explain that they were taught in a place where kids are seen as potential security threats?
All I can do is hold him tight when he mourns his classmates, and tell him his teachers are right, he should never run when there’s a security alarm.
The Black Ships
They are painted white to help cool down the containers, but everybody calls them the Black Ships, just like everybody knows their flags are meaningless. The money for the retrofitted container ships is American and European, and the reason they anchor near the coast of every war and disaster is that they will take passengers for free, but not to either place.
Nobody knows where they take them. But they know what they are running from, and when the containers are nearly full they push their children aboard however they can, and remain on the rafts watching them leave.
The Lotus Clause
They didn’t take my car; they made it forget my hand. For years it had opened to my touch, and only mine.
I sat on the curb and cried.
One day, months later, the bus ignored my face and demanded cash,. The people behind me looked away, embarrassed.
Now I’m standing at the front door of a house that’s asking who I am.
Only the street cameras know me, but they couldn’t care less. I take my gun and try to make them.
But the gun lies inert in the unrecognized palm of my hand.
The two of you are covering the door, guns steady. Only somebody desperate robs a store in an CrowdCop zone of Austin, but this situation is what you downloaded the app for: be close to a crime, respond quickly, protect lives, make a buck.
Somebody runs through the door, and you almost shoot before seeing it’s a fleeing woman, but the other man has already fired. The woman falls. It takes five seconds for your phone to beep: you know what for, but the other man takes one second too long to realize.
This time you shoot first.
They say the last whale wasn’t harpooned: when she knew herself the last, she sang one last song and let herself drown. The last whaler sold a single copy of that song.
Having lost them, we still had recordings, and eventually reconstructed their language. Not one of things but of flowing …read more
Hannah Cohen is a 19 year old who is being treated for a brain tumor at Memphis’s St Jude’s Hospital, who is “partially deaf, blind in one eye, paralyzed, and easily confused” — and who was subjected to a violent beating during a secondary TSA screening while flying home to Chatanooga for the holidays.
How can Chinese novelists convey the sense of unreality of living in a country where raids on the homes of civic officials uncover so much cash that it burns out four bill-counting machines when the police try to tot it up, or when it needs to be weighed by the ton to approximate its value?
A Russian home-buyer pulled out of a “agreed offer” of £6.95m for a six bedroom Kensington flat, now it’s listed for £6.75m; a three-bedroom in Swiss Cottage is down to £1.05m from £1.5m; a £1.1m 2-bedroom in Whitechapel is now £720,000; a 2bm maisonette in Notting Hill fell from £1.59m to £1.35mk; a £1.3m 5br in St. Reatham is down to £850,000 and estate agents have mutually agreed to go back to calling it Streatham.
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