George Saunders' stories have always been fairly depressing — there are decrepit and miserable themeparks, people trapped in miserable and humiliating situations, evil company memos and awful experiments. But his latest book, Tenth of December, feels more desolate and horrible than ever. And it's like a hilariously dreary status update from 21st century America, where everyone is struggling and becoming complicit in the awful system.
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