Our author is introducing his family to us one by one,
camouflaging the fact with chapter titles that throw us off the scent. After his father and his mother, next up is
Lisa, his older sister. He has already
admitted to being somewhat OCD, but his descriptions of some of Lisa’s foibles
paint her as being even worse. She is
particularly nervous about how she will be depicted in a movie that is to be
made of some of David’s writing, having been appalled at some of his
revelations of her and other family members in his books. I have to admit, I would be nervous,
too! The passages regarding his sister’s
pet parrot, Henry, are particularly fun.
Who kisses their pet parrot? “She
stuck out her tongue, and he accepted the tip gingerly between his upper and
lower beak. I’d never dream of doing
such a thing, not because it’s across-the-board disgusting but because he would
have bitten the s__t out of me.”
Sandwiched in between Lisa and Paul, David’s younger
brother, is an exposition on the cultural differences regarding the Santa Claus
myth. He finds that the Dutch version of
the story doesn’t include elves (“…Oscar denounced the very idea as grotesque
and unrealistic”) but “…six to eight black men.
I asked several Dutch people to narrow it down, but none of them could
give me an exact number. It was always
‘six to eight,’ which seems strange, seeing as they’ve had hundreds of years to
get an accurate head count.” As mentioned
in the last post, the phrasing and word choice of such quips are a large part
of the humor here. It makes you wonder
if his speech is peppered with the same verbal gems – as I suspect that it is.
We really have to wonder if David’s brother Paul is really
as redneck crude as these anecdotes claim.
If a boy grows up knowing that his older brother is gay, does he make a
special attempt to be a crass, loudmouth opposite of his sibling? We have already seen that the father has some
rather rough edges along these lines, but Paul’s testosterone level reminds us
of some of the cruder scenes in the movie “Deliverance.” When Paul left home to go out on his own, it
“was like releasing a domestic animal into the wild. He knew how to plan a meal but displayed a remarkable
lack of patience when it came time for the actual cooking. Frozen dinners were often eaten exactly as
sold, the Salisbury steak amounting to a stickless meat Popsicle.”
Next week: Conclusion.
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