Lucky Poet wrote:On the Natural History of Destruction by W G Sebald. Being an essay about Germany's and especially German literature's failure to speak of the utter destruction of its cities during the Second World War, apparently. Cheerful. I'll tell you how it goes.
Beautifully written and very disturbing, is my clumsy verdict. It's a translation into English, but my goodness what a way with words he had (trusting the translator of course, as it was written in German). Long, multi-clause sentences like you don't usually read in books written after the 1920s; outrage that only slowly reveals itself and is all the more powerful for it; a probably deliberate mix of bare scientific description and poetics; conclusions that are truly un-nerving. It's braw. And awful, and informative, and thought-provoking. Well worth a read, to say the least.
All the world seems in tune on a Spring afternoon, when we're poisoning pigeons in the park.