, a massive novel set on the eve of the Spanish Civil War. Given the novel's sheer size, and that it starts out spending so much time just giving a sense of early 30s Spain as a place and time, as the civil war itself begins to approach one feels with the characters a certain creeping unreality, as the descent of politics and then society as a whole into factional violence seems to become first imaginable, then possible, and finally inevitable. Having fallen asleep, as it were, in 1935 Catalonia, it was with an odd sense of unreality that I clicked on a link this morning and found a New York Times columnist declaring it impossible to work with his political opponents peacefully and darkly predicting "there will be blood".
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What did you say? The opposition congress is going to oppose things the President wants? What kind of world do we live in? This looks like the bygone days of the Bush administration. My memories are hazy. It was just so long ago that a congress opposed the President at every turn for political and ideological reasons. I guess I better stock up on Ramen noodles and bottled water and create a little shelter in the basement.
Thanks for the irony check, Mrs. Z. I was descending into some extremely dark and unchristian thoughts about Mr. Krugman and his motivations.
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