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08:51 ‘s son brought his old elephant joke book from the 1970’s to school, so his popularity is now assured. #
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08:51 ‘s son brought his old elephant joke book from the 1970’s to school, so his popularity is now assured. #
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11:23 has his son’s Cars(tm) lunchbox today. Ladies, try not to swoon. #
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10:58 loves both regular rain and the kind with meatballs. #
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09:06 can only describe an oreo stacking competition amongst a hundred elementary school boys as a “frenzy”. #
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10:43 has stimulated the economy. You’re welcome. #
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12:46 is not gonna eat today. Furthermore, is not going to eat tomorrow. Hence, gonna be a supermodel. #
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Daniel Deronda by George Eliot
So, this is more or less Adam Bede. The two of them are like Some Kind of Wonderful and Pretty in Pink. Only no gender switching, and the hero always ends up with Mary Stuart Masterson.
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15:42 don’t need money, don’t need fame. Furthermore, don’t need no credit card to ride that train. #
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The Zero by Jess Walter
Nick Hornby clued me into Walter’s previous book, Citizen Vince. I don’t remember if he reviewed The Zero, but it is only on Nick Hornby’s recommendation and my previous experience with Citizen Vince that I would pick up a book set in New York on and after 9/11.
I’m just not into exploring that particular day. But 9/11 just serves as a background; The horror of the day is nodded to, but not dwelled upon.
However, that said, I really enjoyed this book. The main character, a policeman-turned-9/11-investigator, has a Memento-like condition where he only remembers snatches of his life. It’s not clear whether he is losing “gaps” in his memory, or if his personality has become split, each side only perceiving sections of the story.
Regardless, we jump right along with the main character (or at least, the sympathetic version of him), with each scene cutting off suddenly and pickup up abruptly in the next one, leaving him routinely appalled by what he’s been doing during the gaps. The story is engaging in the same way that Memento is, in that you struggle enjoyably in trying to understand what’s going on.
2 for 2, I’ll have to keep Jess Walter on my watch list.