Dear Wafers (and Waferettes):
In 1955, we had The Quiet American
(Greene). Then in 1958, The Ugly American
(Lederer). I think it may be time for The Empty American
, by yours truly. Basic argument: We have no moral center, and believe in nothing except 'progress' and making $, so we fuck over other countries that have genuine spiritual content, out of an unconscious frustration that our way of 'life' doesn't really work. Honestly, it's like a cosmic joke, conceived by an evil god.
On the other hand, I just may run off to Pakistan and become a dervish. That book would be called: Give It a Whirl