“One seventy-eight point odd. No no no,” Drosh said. “Not at five-ten. Too much flab,” he added, tapping my stomach and buttocks with his pen.
That was weird. I could’ve told him to f— off, that I played fine the way I am. I had no fat. I’d been an MLS starter for almost two seasons. Instead, nobody said anything.
– from “The Churning” by Justin Edison
In the book, obviously, hero Arman Hessabi meeting his pseudo-nemesis, Drosh, is a key chapter. It was a bit of the fantasy (being in good-enough shape) meeting the cold, hard reality (not good enough for the Premier League). I had a great time with this part, Ch. 7 (in the current layout).
Growing up, my sister occasionally called me “tub o’lard.” Sweet. I can’t blame her–siblings can be awful to each other. And I was a bit, uh, husky to say the least (260# at high school graduation). Yikes.
So here I am at 40, post run and looking very impressed.
I’ll get back to this subject soon.
Thanks for reading,
Perfect for Halloween, this novel is simply one of the best books out there, for older kids and grownups. Bradbury’s carnival of evil/ode to youth (and wisdom) is a descriptive tour de force. His evocative settings and lyrical dialogue are perfect. And if that balloon scene with the Dust Witch doesn’t creep you out, you need to be checked for a pulse!
I applaud any efforts to bring Cooger and Dark’s maddening show back to the screen. At times, the book is unsettling. “By the pricking of my thumbs…”