So V.S. Naipaul finally gets the prize. It's said he's willing, through unblinking eyes, To make his observations, then recall The bleakest Third World countries, warts and all. While valuing his writing, I still think It wouldn't hurt if, now and then, he'd blink.
Calvin TrillinSo V.S. Naipaul finally gets the prize. It’s said he’s willing, through unblinking eyes, To make his observations, then recall The bleakest Third World countries, warts and all. While valuing his writing, I still think It wouldn’t hurt if, now and then, he’d blink.
Calvin TrillinCalvin Trillin is The Nation’s “deadline poet.”