You may not know this, but George Saunders is a holiday writer: he writes about trying to bring joy to people you love and messing it up. In “My Flamboyant Grandson,” a grandfather risks governmental discipline to smuggle his grandson into the musical extravaganza “Babar Sings”; in the personal essay “Chicago Christmas, 1984,” a young…
Let George Saunders read you a bedtime story about the true meaning of Christmas. — Literary Hub
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