Listening to the band Coldplay while reading "People Like That Are the Only People Here" gave the story's tragedy a truly relevant soundtrack: "Questions of Science, science and progress Running in circles, Chasing tails, coming back as we are-(Coldplay, The Scientist). The circular swirl of pain, tragedy, and incongruity the parents of a baby diagnosed with cancer felt was passed on to me in such a way that I was speechless and "blink-less" for a good ten minutes. The discourse throughout the short story gave it immediacy and a brooding hysteria. Thoughts and emotion interlaced with speech and exclamations allowed me to not only feel what it was the parents were going through, but experience the situation with the parents. I felt the reaction to seeing "the blood in the NG tube" and found myself saying "Life's a big problem" before seeing it written. I felt trapped and empty as well as tense and worried. I truly identified with the desperation in trying to intellectualize the next tangent they found themselves led toward. The journey from beginning to end and all the things in between flexed and moved like a malignant cancer: "The Mother finds a blood clot in the baby's diaper In the bucket she is being punished: too many baby-sitters too early on- The story itself was a cancer, attacking rationality, emotion, spirit, soul, and leaving a cankerous cauldron of churning, burbling, and bubbling fetid stew. The voice of the story explained everything but let the reader create his own swirl of thoughts and emotions as to the results of each experience. .
True art stimulates emotion and thought in the observer. "People Like That Are the Only People Here" is fine art. Because true art must be shared, I have passed this story on to many of my friends. .