I think about the feeling I've developed for the former German Democratic Republic. It is a country which no longer exists, but here I am on a train hurtling through it — its tumbledown houses and bewildered people. This feeling needs a sticklebrick word: I can only describe it as horror-romance. It's a dumb feeling, but I don't want to shake it.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
The Horror-Romance of Flint
I'm reading Stasiland: Stories from Behind the Berlin Wall by Anna Funder. This line reminded me of Flint. Not all of Flint, but a part of it, the part where my memories of the place meet the reality of present day.
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I dunno what I just read, but Flint definitely needs a sticklebrick.
ReplyDeleteAu contraire, a sticklebrick for Flint would be incredibly destructive. Say "No" to Flint sticklebricks. The only bricks we need are on Saginaw St.
ReplyDeleteHaving grown up in Flint and been stationed in Berlin right after the wall fell I resemble this statement.
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