The inner Harold unveiled!
Haro ld by Steven Wright ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Of course anything Steven Wright puts pen to will be a stream of consciousness seemingly endless. Harold is akin to Wright’s’ inner seven year old boy with an adult understanding, despite his innocence. Dry, remorseless even, in his diatribe, Harold’s imagination is one where adults go to hide. Speaking of hidden, much of Harold’s sideways moves come through a series of rectangular windows opening up in his head. They’re a brilliant segue! Those birds who deliver his thoughts and questions are part of the wonder. And such birds! Harold’s questions are a thing of beauty. Of course they happen on the inside. Ms. Yuka just isn’t worth asking questions of on the outside! Ms.Yuka fortunately is not inside Harold’s head, except in dreams. I hear Wright’s in concert voice, in my head. This is pure Steven Wright blending with the known, yet giving new voices. Ha! Genius! Nobel stuff to me! (a reference!) Harold is like no other thirdrd grade child,...