I do not like to see people suffer. That explains my aversion to traveling to the United States, where one is constantly confronted with people pushing their worldly goods in a shopping cart. I try not to imagine the fate of children, and I do not need to see it.
I believe that, given the extent to which humans have evolved, that all should enjoy a minimum level of comfort, shelter, and nutrition. A whole bunch of people in the United States do not agree with me, and have been working for decades to push more and more below the poverty level. I am happy to live in a modern, civilized, humane country and region.
The always intelligent and articulate Amy Davidson touches on this subject in her New Yorker piece.
I do not have the slightest glimmer of a hope that conditions will improve in the county of my birth. On the contrary, they will become worse, as the rich get richer and politicians help ease their task of becoming richer. One must only read Dickens to understand how far US society has retreated. The country no longer must take unwashed masses from abroad: it’s doing a bang-up job producing them at home.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.