Posted on January 8, by Bob Benz Some of these works were new last year. Some were just new to me.
Who dismiss the city without setting foot on its carpeted sidewalks. I recognized myself in the town the first time I laid eyes on it, during a cross-country trip the summer after college.
North Korea they always lost a few freshmen updating that one. The previous year his beat had been New York City. This summer he was assigned the Southwest. Sure, we had dreams. Dan had escaped college with a degree in visual arts, was a cartoonist en route to becoming an animator.
I was crushed, but in retrospect it was perfect training for being a writer. First thing, Dan hooked up our ride with new speakers. I promised to make it up to Dan and Darren by being a Faithful Navigator, wrestling with the Rand McNally and feeding the cassette deck with dub.
As if our eccentric route were not enough. From New York down to Lancaster, Pennsylvania, to visit a college pal. He took me to my first mall. Even then, I had a weakness for those prefab palaces. We bought two tiny replicas of the Sears Tower as consolation.
Veered south, taking in the territory, cooking up plots. We sure were seeing a lot of America on this trip. We wrote up the Grand Canyon and Lake Mead. Decided to keep driving so we could spend the night in Las Vegas, the camping thing not really taking. A consistent feeling of itchiness.
We suited up in a cheap motel downtown. We required proper gear for our Vegas debut. I was an intellectual, see, could quote Beckett on the topic of the abyss, had a college degree and everything.
On our way to check-in, we passed the geriatric zombies in tracksuits installed at the slots, empty coin buckets overturned on their oxygen tanks. These gray-skinned doomed tugged on the levers, blinked, tugged again. We were about to get our first glimpse of the hurly-burly of downtown Vegas.
Before we pushed open the glass doors, what the heck, I dropped a nickel into a one-armed bandit and won two dollars. In a dank utility room deep in the sub-basements of my personality, a little man wiped his hands on his overalls and pulled the switch: Remembering it now, I hear a sizzling sound, like meat being thrown into a hot skillet.
Study hard, obey your parents, hut-hut-hut through the training exercises of decent society.
Then, in college, now that no one was around, I started to push the boundaries, a little more each semester. I was an empty seat in lecture halls, slept late in a depressive funk, handed in term papers later and later to see how much I could get away with before the House swatted me down.
Push it some more. We go to casinos to tell the everyday world that we will not submit. There are rules and codes and institutions, yes, but for a few hours in this temple of pure chaos, of random cards and inscrutable dice, we are in control of our fates.Colson Whitehead He is the author of six novels, including his debut work, the novel The Intuitionist, and The Underground Railroad (), for which he won the National Book Award for Fiction and the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
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On November 11, , "Lost and Found," an essay by the novelist and native New Yorker Colson Whitehead, ran in The New York Times. Perhaps you recall one of its most memorable aphorisms: "You are. Great Books Guide celebrates outstanding works of fiction from the past and covers the best of the current crop of books.
Somehow it's already May 10, which means that my book will be out in 3 weeks! Eeeek! And so the book tour is nigh. There are lots of special guest stars, which . Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead The novel, The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead is about slavery and freedom.
The book opens with the story of Ajarry who is the grandmother of Cora and also the protagonist in the book.