by Nadine Gordimer
The horror of Hiroshima and Nagasaki was part of the unspeakable horrors of a past war. It is now 2006: the world has come to coexist in, witness the horrors of Twin Towers New York, Madrid bombings, London underground train explosions, the dead in Afghanistan, Rwanda, Darfur, Sri Lanka…the list does not close.
What place, task, meaning will literature have in witness to disasters without precedence in the manner in which these destroy deliberately and pitilessly; the entire world become the front line of any and every conflict?