martha’s Reviews > My Year in Paris with Gertrude Stein > Status Update

“Meanwhile, bombs are falling through the twenty-first century upon the living and the soon-to-be dead. They all have names and surnames in our own century, in the month of November. We are on our screens all the time, scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through the various wars in the twenty-fourth year of the twenty-first century.“

I have a good feeling about a book that starts chap. 2 casually paraphrasing Joyce