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Yeah, I've talked about my own alcohol addiction on here, and the role this board helped with me on it. And holy shit are you correct-- the depiction of addiction and cunning and ritual around it is still so fresh it's like I read it this morning. Especially those introductory scenes! Hal going through the underground tunnels, blowing smoke into the fan, all the mouthwash and cover up techniques. Or Gately's intro scene around the break-in, and what drove him there.
And yes, the Ken Erdedy scene about getting his sack of marijuana, and the weekend of self-gratification that he sets up around that delivery. I mean, hot damn.
But for all that-- and I read it before the Kenyon speech-- the moment the book hooked me for life is still, "what the f*** is water?" Gately with the Alligators, struggling to make sense of it all, and that joke just comes on the back of the juvenalia of "evenin' ladies," and I almost did a double take at the change in tone and wisdom. Gately's internal struggle from that moment on is just something so profound, and rare, in art and literature. I mean, this is all making me want to reread it, but I'm definitely revisiting that section tonight in bed. It just gets to the core of our existence and search, using addiction as the way to tell that story. Good lord, what a thing.
JHB_PhD-- I live in NYC now, but was living in Boston when I read it, and made a point to finish the book near the Dunkin' Donuts in Porter Square, which is rumored to be the inspiration for where a lot of the Alligators hung out. I also frequented Cheap-O records in Central Square, and the alley behind it as depicted in a dumpster dive early on is most definitely real.
Thanks for all of this-- if you've got some writing out there, would love to see it. You're clearly working on it, and have great taste and insight. Send it (PM is fine) if your comfortable, but I'd love to see your work based on this.
And this conversation-- and noticing as well the decline in DFW based internet-- makes me long for an era of blogs, websites, and message boards like this. Social media has just wiped it all off the map, and it's just a much less interesting internet... Like we've made it a place for exploratory thought and conversation, and turned it into Zuckerberg's Great Concavity.
Year of Zoom indeed. Fire another catapults worth up there, and pass the savings along to share holders. Just 40 more days until the Year of the Amazon Drone Delivery.