Again, witty, informative, bizarre at times.
Frazier wrote a New Yorker story in which Wile E. Coyote sues Acme for defective products. It's very funny (at least to this Roadrunner cartoon lover) and that dry sense of humor comes out frequently. I also like that Frazier admits to falling into foul moods for no particular reason. His description of sitting on a train and willing it to start on its journey is right on target. Many times on an airplane I've sat in dread as the plane sits, and then felt pure joy when it pulled back from the jetway. We are going!
This section ends with Frazier reaching the Pacific Ocean--success. He gets on the satellite phone to call his wife and sees an email message from her: We're safe. Confused, he calls. It is September 12, 2001. He lives in New Jersey, and his wife describes on the phone the destruction of the World Trade Center.
Frazier hangs up; the Russians have just heard the news as well. They bring him small gifts, are kind and considerate. He is moved to tears.
The "blunt irony" (his phrase.) People warned him that he was endangering his life with the trip through Siberia. He'd be robbed, maybe murdered. Yet nothing had happened to him. Thousands that stayed in "safe" New York, on the other hand, had died--including 13 from his New Jersey home.
Going to take a break from Frazier and read Slaughter-House Five next. Love it at 20; wonder what I'll think now. Surprised how short it is--especially after 500 pages of Siberia.
Frazier wrote a New Yorker story in which Wile E. Coyote sues Acme for defective products. It's very funny (at least to this Roadrunner cartoon lover) and that dry sense of humor comes out frequently. I also like that Frazier admits to falling into foul moods for no particular reason. His description of sitting on a train and willing it to start on its journey is right on target. Many times on an airplane I've sat in dread as the plane sits, and then felt pure joy when it pulled back from the jetway. We are going!
This section ends with Frazier reaching the Pacific Ocean--success. He gets on the satellite phone to call his wife and sees an email message from her: We're safe. Confused, he calls. It is September 12, 2001. He lives in New Jersey, and his wife describes on the phone the destruction of the World Trade Center.
Frazier hangs up; the Russians have just heard the news as well. They bring him small gifts, are kind and considerate. He is moved to tears.
The "blunt irony" (his phrase.) People warned him that he was endangering his life with the trip through Siberia. He'd be robbed, maybe murdered. Yet nothing had happened to him. Thousands that stayed in "safe" New York, on the other hand, had died--including 13 from his New Jersey home.
Going to take a break from Frazier and read Slaughter-House Five next. Love it at 20; wonder what I'll think now. Surprised how short it is--especially after 500 pages of Siberia.
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