Sunday Morning! “They” by Kay Dick
This recently-rediscovered novella is a chilling anomaly in dystopian fiction: here the censorious “they” feel no need to explain, justify, or announce themselves. We know them only by their hatreds.
This recently-rediscovered novella is a chilling anomaly in dystopian fiction: here the censorious “they” feel no need to explain, justify, or announce themselves. We know them only by their hatreds.
In the contemporary vernacular of WWJD: I just don’t think He’d stop traffic to relieve Christians from the inconvenience of patience.