![]() ![]() ![]() What a violence of spirit not to know the world. He looked around, suddenly feeling the need to sit, and saw nothing but their faces, their round wet faces staring back at him. What if they knew what a real revolutionary was? How bloody a real revolution. The poor defenseless people of the Third World. The power and the responsibility to protect the people they imagined as powerless. The following exchange is excerpted from. Your Heart is a Muscle the Size of a Fist is a stunningly orchestrated work of narrative power. ![]() They had been born with it–the ability to change the world–and had never questioned its existence, an assumption so massive as to remain unseen. In January 2016, Sunil Yapa sat down in front of a rapt audience at Barnes & Noble's Upper East Side Manhattan store to talk about Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of a Fist (and, along the way, to discuss its arresting title) with his former teacher at Hunter College, award-winning novelist Colum McCann. That they felt they had the power to do something–they assumed they had that power. ![]() That they felt they had to power to do something about it. And this was what made it so American–not that they felt compassion for mistreated workers three continents away, workers they had never seen or known, whose world they could not begin to understand, not that they felt guilty about their privilege, no,no not that either, but that they felt the need to do something. “There was something distinctly American about it all, a fundamental difference in perspective and place–in how they saw themselves in the world. ![]()
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