Too funny, if only because it is so true…
When Mr. Hibma pulled into the lot, he saw a fleet of cars adorned with Citrus Middle School parking stickers. He stepped around a bush and peeked in a window. Librarians. They’d bunched the tables together. Assistants. Even volunteers. There were maybe nine of them, sipping determinedly at pink wine. Mr. Hibma knew when he was beat. He leaned against his car, face upturned toward the sky, racking his brain for something else to do, some other way to salvage the night. (121)
It’s an okay book. It’s about two disaffected youths and one of their teachers, Mr. Hibma, who identifies with them. What’s with this new trend of literature capturing the weirdoes and their weird ways and acting as if they are all special and different just because they don’t behave normally. It smacks of melodrama, the writer proclaiming her yawp so others see how special she is. I’m just as guilty as the next person (ok, more than the average person) but why do we as a culture now buy into this stuff? I still like heroes and the average guy acting like a fool in the face of danger.
Brandon, John. (2010). Citrus County. San Francisco: McSweeney’s Rectangulars.