When I posted the first part of this paragraph a short while ago, and I complained about how petty the author had been already in this book, I hadn‘t even finished reading the whole paragraph. And he proves my point! He‘s petty yet again! A period after the word cathedral would have been appropriate. Then he belittles his literary compatriots back home. If this bad attitude doesn‘t end quickly I may bail. #foodandljt #Samoa @Catsandbooks
The author is hiking in the woods of New Zealand. This would be a lovely quote but for the author‘s pettiness up to this point. He has brutalized the Māori and New Zealanders.
For example: “Others evolved into enormous and complacent specimens, like the spoiled and overfed children I had seen in Auckland…” & “the most terrible aspect … was that the New Zealanders themselves did not seem to know what was happening to them in their decline”
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I‘m getting a little head start on #foodandlit with my first book for #Samoa
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A joke:
How do you know when there's a bodhran player at your front door?
The knocking gets faster and faster.
And there's a woman climbing over chairs, taking pictures of every conceivable object at every conceivable angle...so she's obviously American.
He's upset a few along the way too, as does anyone willing to put their head above the fray.
Once I started seeing all those deathtraps out there, I couldn't shake my curiosity. I wanted to jump on and circumnavigate the planet on that unseen artery of mass transit. I wanted to know what it was like on the ferries that killed people daily, the buses that plunged off cliffs, the airplanes that crashed. I wanted to travel around the world as most of the people in the world did, putting their lives at risk every time they took off on...
pickThe ending felt very unsatisfying. The whole book I felt like the ending was going to involve divorce, but the ending didn‘t even involve a proper ending or closure. This book is funny in the way of a Troost book, but it had a much darker tone because, ultimately, this is his addiction and recovery memoir. It‘s actually heartbreaking in some ways, and it‘s hard to put my finger on exactly why.
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I‘m not sure if this is funny or tragic. He‘s returned to Kiribati without his wife and children (apparently they have 2 sons now), having seemingly run away from home after going to rehab for alcoholism (at least he‘s not drinking), and he‘s waxing poetic about how things are just how they were when they left. It‘s funny in its way, but it‘s also heartbreaking. I seriously feel like this is a harbinger of divorce ahead.
