Donald Trump even talked as if he were a Saunders character: his all too revealing tossed word salad of venom, steely ignorance and neediness. Turning on the TV, it was suddenly like the news was being written by Saunders. Then 2016 happened, maybe the least subtle year since 1933. There were times I thought that Saunders’s America was a little over-the-top, a little too satirical and on the nose. Saunders’s dystopian stories are about an America that is more re-enactment theme park or sci-fi, corporate-speak circus than functioning democracy. I’ve been reading the extraordinary short stories of George Saunders for nearly 20 years, and one thing I’d never thought was that his warped, sneakily malicious and increasingly sentimental vision of 10-minutes-into-the-future America would ever seem particularly prophetic.
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