Status Updates From The Rings of Saturn

Very funny that my edition (Vintage Voyages) markets this as travel literature; since that suggests that Sebold's pessimistic reflections on the slow agony of time, the wheezing shriek of existence, the endless, blatant sacrilege of truthhood, the icy sadism of empires, and the blankly tokenistic nature of human values really are just prompted by the miserable experience of touring run-down British grockle-trap towns