The Genius of J. Robert Oppenheimer
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Winner of the Firewheel Chapbook Award
Before J. Robert Oppenheimer no human had ever been vaporized. The atmosphere had never caught on fire. The armies of the world had never stopped so abruptly, trembling under their helmets, and the New Mexico desert had not melted into glass. And while there had been other gods of death, never had there been one who was an American. It is little wonder they forgot he was only a single man. Merely a lanky, chain-smoking physicist who rearranged the universe for his country. And for that they destroyed him.
About the Book
This book is not about Sinead O’ Connor or the gathering impulse of blue birds or the rotten plans of serge-robed men or Aunt Foxy’s potted peppers. Even we, its progenitors, will see this book on a shelf somewhere someday and think: Now we will learn all there is to learn about Sinead O’ Connor and her coat of a thousand bluebirds, having forgotten the way human beings forget the importance of remembering. But Sinead will always remain the ethereal Sinead, and the path to the shorn woman with the songbird’s throat will remain (un)regrettably undetectable.
About the Author
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