Hunger

Doris Lessing tells her tale. While I would quibble with her overly pessimistic view of the internet, there is much to give us pause for thought in what she writes. The vignette of the UN official rending his book asunder after he is finished with it is a dispiriting look at a man with little soul and no understanding. Does he exist, or is he part of Lessing’s tale? In a way, it is irrelevant – he represents what Lessing is fighting against, and she makes him real enough.