Author has written 12 stories for Horror, Humor, Play, Action, Sci-Fi, and Essay.
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This is my favorite and weirdest review for the story "Potato Chips".
Clearly symbolic of man's plight in modern times, struggling with his increasing isolation, finding that contact with other individuals is becoming harder and harder. Technology is both our bed-fellow and enemy, singularly causing alienation and devastation to the soul. This short but succint story also emphasizes the important of tradition and family in times where those sorts of practices are now seen antiquated. With the metaphor of the chips we see people who are caught up in the dreary but addictive and shallow cult of personalities and iconography, bastardizing its source, here symbolized by the potato, also referring to its fertile beginnings in which George Washington Carver managed to get many uses out of a somewhat misunderstood vegetable. The metaphorical lyricism also highlights nostalgia in the struggle with modernity. The last phrase "potatoes taste like crap" are much akin to someone not liking old films simply because they are black and white while overlooking their artistic and historical significance, more willing to go for artifical satisfaction because it is easy and quick. There is also a sly but poignant reference to the Jewish holocaust; the potatoes were seen as precious commodities during their stay at such concentration camps as Auscwhitz. Coincidence? I think not. This is a brilliant comparison to our mundane, torturous lives run by technophilia with the horrible and machine like execution of thousands of human beings in assembly line fashion. Once again, circling back to the metaphor of the potato chips; an assembly line product in favor the real thing and discarding all values for a more safe and comforting but fake illusionary reality. In the end, this story is about the value of life and happiness. It's not a question of what we do but how we do it.
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