Shouldn’t it be ‘cheaply’?
I saw rows of little green plastic trees hardly an inch high surrounding cuts of meat and offal displayed in the shop windows of family butchers. The obvious fact that these evergreen plastic ornaments must be mass-produced somewhere for the sole purpose of alleviating our sense of guilt about the bloodshed seemed to me, in its very absurdity, to show how strongly we desire absolution and how cheap we have always bought it.
No, not another extract from Ian McEwan’s new novel. This is a part of WG Sebald’s posthumous collection Campo Santo.
Other Splinters posts of interest:
- Post, as in posthumous
- He’s not often right, and he’s wrong again
- A Scottish enlightenment
- Books to come forth
- Monstrous events
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