A review by angus_mckeogh
Tenth of December: Stories by George Saunders

2.0

Burned through this because Klosterman mentioned this author and book specifically in his collection of essays. The essay was talking about authors who might be remembered as one of the greatest writers in the previous century as viewed from the future. I'll have to respectfully disagree. This book was some sort of quasi-dystopian collection which ended up being uninteresting and strangely written. Just wasn't that good. Shame. Perhaps I went into it with far too many expectations.