The Devastation of Silence

Like Louis-Ferdinand Celine meets Larry David

The nights were terrible, during the day we were occupied, but at night we got to thinking, picturing food, our houses, food again, painful memories from our childhoods-that abominable era-would mix with images of food and our torture would grow and grow, I recalled my impotence before the plate I was ordered to clean, the impossibility of choice in a world into which I had been thrust unwillingly, war was indeed an extension of the torture of being born …

Set during the difficult era of the Great War, The Silence Devastation must seek meaning in his observations, his dreams, and, above all, silence.