Talking about the Weather
"The last time I tripped before this summer, two years ago, I was on a beach thinking about the invitation I had gotten to my ten year high school reunion. Undoubtedly, if I went someone would ask what I did. The answer that came to me then was that I was primarily in urine production. It almost made me want to go so I could tell them that."At thirty, Jack is marginally employed, desperately broke and alone in the nascent-hip Chicago of the mid-nineties, and beginning to gain an awareness of how much more miserable his situation will become if he doesn't get out of his own way. Told entirely through letters written to a handful of old friends whose replies we never see, Jack unspools tales of immoderate drug use, bizarre urban ramblings, romantic grudges, desires, fears and politically correct grammatical innovations over the course of the second half of 1995 as he struggles to leave a city full of bad memories without returning in defeat to his childhood bedroom in Staten Island. Laced throughout this darkly hilarious epistolary novel, in the voice of an intentional underachiever who really does kind of want to be less of an asshole someday, are Jack's real-time experiences of the brutal heat wave that killed hundreds in Chicago that summer and the last-ever real Grateful Dead show (with Jerry Garcia), as well as his impressions of the O.J. Simpson murder trial, the Oklahoma City bombing, the Unabomber Manifesto, Rabin assassination, Bosnian genocide, Windows 95 and government shutdown. Anyone who says Millennials have a corner on angst, lack of direction, failure to personally connect, and the inability to get going with independent 'adult' life is hereby proved wrong.