Teutonic Couplings

Much as Joel opined on samizdat about an unrealized project from Zadie Smith and the late Tristan Egolf, I have thought about what might have transpired had Thomas Mann answered the door when Charlie Parker, chronically stoned in the wake of the Mooch, buzzed by his California exile. Questions of Bartok and Buddenbrooks collapse into transubstantional possibilities. I remain aloof and yet reposed: I am on holiday, Go Angola!