thinking about ishiguro and his nobel prize and my copy of never let me go i found in an apartment taken over by mac properties the rent jacked sky-high so the man could never return and i think of how it's going to go down here increasingly in obombaland as the corporations move in for the kill and the residents are forced from their homes and how obomba won the prize too for a very different reason not literature that's for sure and not for helping communities more in the spirit of alfred nobel himself, philanthropist of dynamite, succorer of oligarchs, speculator on hope and change, war profiteer, destroyer of community.
i love that dystopian book. i'll read it again now. it's a real prize.