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.
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