I reveal my literary paucity by admitting that only now, at this late stage of life, have I discovered the genius of Terry Bisson, who is responsible for the two sentences that title this post. I’ve only read two of his short stories so far (really short shorts, but I understand that he has a variety of work under his belt, including novels), but I’m already a fan. It’s like, if Russel Edson or Charles Simic wrote sci fi, it might read like Terry Bisson.
“They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat.”
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