I didn’t have the privilege of attending the National Book Awards, but from what I could gather–from Maya Angelou’s transcendent grace and wisdom, to reports of George Saunders’ moves on the dance floor–it was quite the event.
And of course, there was E.L. Doctorow’s speech.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I actually share a good deal of his concerns about the role of technology in our lives… but from the sound of it, there were moments when he conjured his inner-Tyler Durden for the occasion.
I wasn’t there to witness it for myself, but from what I could piece together from the bookternet, I imagine it went a little something like this:
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