Just got the wife to read Postcards from the End of America, not an easy trick. See, English is not her first language, Polish is, although she was born here in the Satanic States of America, she's an Outlander in her own land like me.
First thing she said: "I wait on these people every day!" Yup. She's been a clerk/cashier for over 50 years. Originally for small town shops, now for a Big Chain global pharmacy dump. Normal people have become Zomdroids, it's incredible.
Our little town (Ohio) went from 2 fresh green grocery stores to total abandonment, dollar stores and corporate cut-outs. People who do not see what happened to small town America cannot/never will believe it.
Getting more copies of your book to pass about. I've done this before, years ago when Barbara Erhenriech wrote "Nickled and Dimed" about the collapsing wage structure in the States. Sometimes it takes a short, well-written book aimed right at the heart of the matter to pour the reality gnosis into people's thick heads. Then, only then, do they Get It.
But is it too late? My guess is yes, but it's still only a guess.
Hope you do well away from the Empire of Snarl, wring the shit out of your head. Hope the lady and I find a place to do the same, but we're sort of stuck. We know the ship's hit the iceberg but we know nothing else. (I really WAS in the navy, 50 years ago this year I joined, patriotic moron of 17 that I was.)
Here's the scoop on the "drug" issue: The DEA and CDC cut off all LEGAL pain patients to fight the "opoid epidemic" because the Secret State is short on hard cash. The idea that veterans, industrial pain patients and so on will now have to buy overpriced and crappy Afgan heroin from "dealers" vetted by the CIA is the reality weve got to put up with till... the end of the line, maybe.
If there is a silver lining, it's that pain patients are PISSED royal. And many are perfectly aware of why it's happening. People in pain don't get "high" on painkillers, we get normal.
The USA just did something very, very stupid, which might be good. They picked a fight with lots of old bears with thorns in their paws. Gonna get fun, I think!
Friday, February 9, 2018
- Linh Dinh
- Born in Vietnam in 1963, I came to the US in 1975, and have also lived in Italy, England and Germany. I'm the author of a non-fiction book, Postcards from the End of America (2017), two books of stories, Fake House (2000) and Blood and Soap (2004), six of poems, All Around What Empties Out (2003), American Tatts (2005), Borderless Bodies (2006), Jam Alerts (2007), Some Kind of Cheese Orgy (2009) and A Mere Rica (2017), and a novel, Love Like Hate (2010). I've been anthologized in Best American Poetry 2000, 2004, 2007, Great American Prose Poems from Poe to the Present, Postmodern American Poetry: a Norton Anthology (vol. 2) and Flash Fiction International: Very Short Stories From Around the World, etc. I'm also editor of Night, Again: Contemporary Fiction from Vietnam (1996) and The Deluge: New Vietnamese Poetry (2013). My writing has been translated into Italian, Spanish, French, Dutch, German, Portuguese, Japanese, Korean, Arabic, Icelandic and Finnish, and I've been invited to read in London, Cambridge, Brighton, Paris, Berlin, Leipzig, Halle, Reykjavik, Toronto, Singapore and all over the US. I've also published widely in Vietnamese.