You make a lot of new friends when you are reading Kurt Vonnegut. Since I started Breakfast of Champions on Friday, two people have felt compelled to talk to me about it. The first one was a guy at sitting at the table next to me when I went out to dinner on Friday. I had been reading it while I was waiting for my friend to show up and when he got up to go to the bathroom, the guy next to us asked me how it was. Because I have lived in New York for too long and am skeptical of any kind of spontaneous interactions, I assumed he was going to hit on me. I said something moronic about it having lots of pictures, and he smiled politely and left me alone.
The second guy was on the C train. He was a middle aged man with glasses and a beard and was clearly on his way to Penn Station. The exchange went something like this:
Him: How are you liking that?
Me (trying to be neither rude nor friendly): It's pretty good. I hadn't read anything by Vonnegut yet.
Him: Yep, he's a pretty great writer.
Me: Uh-huh
Him: I mean, I haven't read anything by him, but that's what they say.
Me: ??!?!?
As a consequence, I am now trying to come up with jackets I can make for my books that will guarantee no one will talk to me. So far I've come up with, Venereal Shmemereal and Role Playing With Cats.
2 comments:
idiot's guide to laundry?
hahaha, nice!
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