Another book I’d forgotten I’d read, My Name Is Russell Fink. I think like The Perks of Being a Wallflower and The Imperfectionists it’s sort of not really about anything. I don’t dislike that – but weak plots tend to mean I forget books a bit. Even if I like the book. A lesson there, I think.
Then he makes me promise to swallow my note when I’m done with it. After a surprisingly heated and rather childish debate, we agree that I’ll flush the note in a public restroom somewhere.
I like this bizarre detour into minutia. It’s quite real while being funny. Concentrating on the minor details and missing the main point is quite good for comic effect.
I check my mail trilogy — voice, e-, and snail
Bizarrely poetic – and I’m not sure I ever refer to actual mail as “snail mail”. But I like the word “trilogy” here.
“I was in line behind him at the post office, saw his mug shot on the wall, then smeared peanut butter all over his face to subdue him till the cops came.”
“Yeah, it was right there under his height, weight, and photo. Severe peanut allergy.”
The thing about this is, it seems so weird, but has an explanation. I like that, it’s like the line in The Long Dark TeaTime of the Soul:
“I’m a private detective.”
“Oh?” said Kate in surprise, and then looked puzzled.
“Does that bother you?”
“It’s just that I have a friend who plays the double bass.”
“I see,” said Dirk.
“Whenever people meet him and he’s struggling around with it, they all say the same thing, and it drives him crazy. They all say, `I bet you wished you played the piccolo.’ Nobody ever works out that that’s what everybody else says. I was just trying to work out if there was something that everybody would always say to a private detective, so that I could avoid saying it.”
I love this so much. I think it needs a long pause after “I see”. I kept expecting this to make it into the TV series. Maybe next series.