The Last Words on Earth, by Nicole Krauss. Feb 9, 2004 issue of the New Yorker.
A funny little old man tells us about some of the buffeting the century dealt him. He’s hilarious; the story is heartbreaking. I loved it. I laughed, I cried, right?
Well, yeah.
(I should clarify that the story is a short work of fiction.)
I also thought it was fantastic…just finished it moments ago, in fact.
Funny little old men should really be used as narrators just slightly more often than they already are.
I started reading at my doctors office while waiting I found this.I couldnt put it down. Then I put it in my purse and stole it, took me 2 weeks then I finnished it. I guess I felt bad? I laughed, I cried. I understood. I am 32 why did I understand, yet it made me feel very lonely. But it made me feel and that is the whole point.