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Pieces of Soap
With a wickedly witty touch, this collection of essays takes readers on a tour of American life in the 20th century. Exploring byways from Hollywood to Fifth Avenue, award-winning author Stanley Elkin contemplates such matters as show business and high literature, first sexual experiences and First Amendment controversies, and even the moral implications of stealing soap.
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336 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1992
About the author
Stanley Elkin
53 books129 followersStanley Lawrence Elkin was a Jewish American novelist, short story writer, and essayist. His extravagant, satirical fiction revolves around American consumerism, popular culture, and male-female relationships.
During his career, Elkin published ten novels, two volumes of novellas, two books of short stories, a collection of essays, and one (unproduced) screenplay. Elkin's work revolves about American pop culture, which it portrays in innumerable darkly comic variations. Characters take full precedence over plot.
His language throughout is extravagant and exuberant, baroque and flowery, taking fantastic flight from his characters' endless patter. "He was like a jazz artist who would go off on riffs," said critic William Gass. In a review of George Mills, Ralph B. Sipper wrote, "Elkin's trademark is to tightrope his way from comedy to tragedy with hardly a slip."
About the influence of ethnicity on his work Elkin said he admired most "the writers who are stylists, Jewish or not. Bellow is a stylist, and he is Jewish. William Gass is a stylist, and he is not Jewish. What I go for in my work is language."
During his career, Elkin published ten novels, two volumes of novellas, two books of short stories, a collection of essays, and one (unproduced) screenplay. Elkin's work revolves about American pop culture, which it portrays in innumerable darkly comic variations. Characters take full precedence over plot.
His language throughout is extravagant and exuberant, baroque and flowery, taking fantastic flight from his characters' endless patter. "He was like a jazz artist who would go off on riffs," said critic William Gass. In a review of George Mills, Ralph B. Sipper wrote, "Elkin's trademark is to tightrope his way from comedy to tragedy with hardly a slip."
About the influence of ethnicity on his work Elkin said he admired most "the writers who are stylists, Jewish or not. Bellow is a stylist, and he is Jewish. William Gass is a stylist, and he is not Jewish. What I go for in my work is language."
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May 20, 2017I like this book.
It is fun to read Stanley's essays.
Sometimes his essays are not about what you thought they might be going to be about. But it's worth it.
He is very smart and uses language very well.
I think that if you think you like William H. Gass's essays that you will like Stanley Elkin's essays.
Some people might get upset because sometimes Stan calls himself a "cripple." But I don't remember if he ever calls himself "Stan."
There is one essay in here which makes it seem that California is a foreign country and if an American visits it, it's like visiting a foreign country where everything is different than from where Stanley is from and there are no grab bars in the hotel bathrooms to help a "cripple" (his word, honest, I would never say that) into the bathtub and that leads to all kinds of shinnanigans (did I spell that right?).
But even if most of the essays are always so repetitively about his having MS (I can't spell multiple sclerosis) I think they're all pretty neat. Like I said, Mr Elkin really knows how to use language to great effect.
And like I said, if you like to read essay collections by really good authors, you really should read Pieces of Soap by Stanley Elkin.
[Joan, whose name gets dropped now and again, you should know, is Stanley's wife]
I think I said it already, but Elkin was friends with William H. Gass and I think that's reason enough to read some books written by Stanley Elkin even though their styles are a little bit different sometimes.
I highly recommend Pieces of Soap by Stanley Elkin for people who like to read creative uses of language, like Enlgish. [I know, it's a weird title for a book, but it will make sense when you read the essay that has the same title. I don't know, maybe it's just Stanley being Stanley]
It is fun to read Stanley's essays.
Sometimes his essays are not about what you thought they might be going to be about. But it's worth it.
He is very smart and uses language very well.
I think that if you think you like William H. Gass's essays that you will like Stanley Elkin's essays.
Some people might get upset because sometimes Stan calls himself a "cripple." But I don't remember if he ever calls himself "Stan."
There is one essay in here which makes it seem that California is a foreign country and if an American visits it, it's like visiting a foreign country where everything is different than from where Stanley is from and there are no grab bars in the hotel bathrooms to help a "cripple" (his word, honest, I would never say that) into the bathtub and that leads to all kinds of shinnanigans (did I spell that right?).
But even if most of the essays are always so repetitively about his having MS (I can't spell multiple sclerosis) I think they're all pretty neat. Like I said, Mr Elkin really knows how to use language to great effect.
And like I said, if you like to read essay collections by really good authors, you really should read Pieces of Soap by Stanley Elkin.
[Joan, whose name gets dropped now and again, you should know, is Stanley's wife]
I think I said it already, but Elkin was friends with William H. Gass and I think that's reason enough to read some books written by Stanley Elkin even though their styles are a little bit different sometimes.
I highly recommend Pieces of Soap by Stanley Elkin for people who like to read creative uses of language, like Enlgish. [I know, it's a weird title for a book, but it will make sense when you read the essay that has the same title. I don't know, maybe it's just Stanley being Stanley]
February 10, 2017
his review originally published in Looking For a Good Book. Rated 4.5 of 5
I first encountered Stanley Elkin's work in the late 1970's/early 1980's when Warner Books were releasing his works. Of course I was first drawn to the books by their covers, then by the descriptions on the back cover, and finally by the works themselves. I still have those books, tucked away in storage tubs, because Elkin is one of the few authors I just can't part with yet. In fact, to this day, when I walk in a book store (new or used) or a library, I always check out the "E's" for Elkin in case there's a new release or a book I haven't read yet, so what a treasure it is to come across this collection of essays - a collection I had not yet read (even though it was first published fourteen years ago!).
Why do I like Elkin? I like him because he's unpredictable, in a very gentle, unassuming way. That unpredictability is very evident in these essays. You just can't be sure where he's going or what he's going to say next when you read these, though you can follow his train of thought and appreciate where he's coming from.
I like Elkin because of language. Elkin understands and uses words better than most people I know. But again, he's subtle. Gentle. He's not out using ten-dollar words to show off a vocabulary like many writers I've encountered. Instead he uses just the right word - unpredictably.
He is also kind of brilliant, and finds the small things that answer the big questions. In his essay on "Plot" I highlighted this passage: "...here's an elemental ground rule of plot. There may be no good losers in fiction. All characters are essentially sore losers." No one has ever said that before in any of my writing or English classes, and I haven't encountered it in any other writing books, but here it is, in a collection of essays. He concludes this essay with: "Plot is people. But it is never other people."
And finally, Elkin makes me laugh. He doesn't tell jokes so much as truths that are funny. ("Writers usually work with protagonists a year or two younger them themselves; to arrive at a writer's age you add one to two years to a character's age. We call this Carbon 14.")
Elkin's insightful essays are tremendous and a solid reminder as to why I like his fiction so much. I think it's time to re-read some of his works.
If you haven't encountered Stanley Elkin and you like to read, you really should check out one of his book.
This collection contains:
Introduction by Sam Lipsyte
Part One
"Performance and Reality"
"Plot"
"Acts of Scholarship"
"The Law of Average"
"What's in a name?"
"The First Amendment as an art form"
"The Muses are heard"
"An American in California"
"At the Academy Awards"
"The Rest of the Novel"
"Pieces of Soap"
Part Two
"A preface to the Stories of the Sixties (But I am Getting Ahead of Myself)"
"Introduction to The best American Short Stories 1980"
"Foreword to Arthur Schnitzler Plays and Stories"
"A La Recherche du Whoopee Cushion"
"Introduction to Early Elkin"
"Introduction to The Six Year-old Man"
"Introduction to The Coffee Room"
"Foreword to Criers and Kibitzers Kibitzers and Criers"
"My Father's Life"
"My Middle Age"
"Why I Live Where I Live"
"Where I Read What I Read"
"A Kinsey Report"
"My Shirt Tale"
"Summer: A True Confession"
"The Mild One"
"My Tuxedo: A Meditation"
"Three Meetings"
"Some Overrated Masterpieces"
Looking for a good book? Pieces of Soap: Essays by Stanley Elkin is a real gold-mine for Elkin fans and wonderful reading for anyone who enjoys reading essays.
I received a digital copy of this book from the publisher, through Edelweiss, in exchange for an honest review.
I first encountered Stanley Elkin's work in the late 1970's/early 1980's when Warner Books were releasing his works. Of course I was first drawn to the books by their covers, then by the descriptions on the back cover, and finally by the works themselves. I still have those books, tucked away in storage tubs, because Elkin is one of the few authors I just can't part with yet. In fact, to this day, when I walk in a book store (new or used) or a library, I always check out the "E's" for Elkin in case there's a new release or a book I haven't read yet, so what a treasure it is to come across this collection of essays - a collection I had not yet read (even though it was first published fourteen years ago!).
Why do I like Elkin? I like him because he's unpredictable, in a very gentle, unassuming way. That unpredictability is very evident in these essays. You just can't be sure where he's going or what he's going to say next when you read these, though you can follow his train of thought and appreciate where he's coming from.
I like Elkin because of language. Elkin understands and uses words better than most people I know. But again, he's subtle. Gentle. He's not out using ten-dollar words to show off a vocabulary like many writers I've encountered. Instead he uses just the right word - unpredictably.
He is also kind of brilliant, and finds the small things that answer the big questions. In his essay on "Plot" I highlighted this passage: "...here's an elemental ground rule of plot. There may be no good losers in fiction. All characters are essentially sore losers." No one has ever said that before in any of my writing or English classes, and I haven't encountered it in any other writing books, but here it is, in a collection of essays. He concludes this essay with: "Plot is people. But it is never other people."
And finally, Elkin makes me laugh. He doesn't tell jokes so much as truths that are funny. ("Writers usually work with protagonists a year or two younger them themselves; to arrive at a writer's age you add one to two years to a character's age. We call this Carbon 14.")
Elkin's insightful essays are tremendous and a solid reminder as to why I like his fiction so much. I think it's time to re-read some of his works.
If you haven't encountered Stanley Elkin and you like to read, you really should check out one of his book.
This collection contains:
Introduction by Sam Lipsyte
Part One
"Performance and Reality"
"Plot"
"Acts of Scholarship"
"The Law of Average"
"What's in a name?"
"The First Amendment as an art form"
"The Muses are heard"
"An American in California"
"At the Academy Awards"
"The Rest of the Novel"
"Pieces of Soap"
Part Two
"A preface to the Stories of the Sixties (But I am Getting Ahead of Myself)"
"Introduction to The best American Short Stories 1980"
"Foreword to Arthur Schnitzler Plays and Stories"
"A La Recherche du Whoopee Cushion"
"Introduction to Early Elkin"
"Introduction to The Six Year-old Man"
"Introduction to The Coffee Room"
"Foreword to Criers and Kibitzers Kibitzers and Criers"
"My Father's Life"
"My Middle Age"
"Why I Live Where I Live"
"Where I Read What I Read"
"A Kinsey Report"
"My Shirt Tale"
"Summer: A True Confession"
"The Mild One"
"My Tuxedo: A Meditation"
"Three Meetings"
"Some Overrated Masterpieces"
Looking for a good book? Pieces of Soap: Essays by Stanley Elkin is a real gold-mine for Elkin fans and wonderful reading for anyone who enjoys reading essays.
I received a digital copy of this book from the publisher, through Edelweiss, in exchange for an honest review.
March 3, 2013
Contents:
Part I
Performance and Reality
Plot
Acts of Scholarship
The Law of Average
What's in a name?
The First Amendment as an art form
The Muses are heard
An American in California
At the Academy Awards
The Rest of the Novel
Pieces of Soap
Part II
A preface to the Stories of the Sixties (But I am Getting Ahead of Myself)
Introduction to The best American Short Stories 1980
Foreword to Arthur Schnitzler Plays and Stories
A La Recherche du Whoopee Cushion
Introduction to Early Elkin
Introduction to The Six Year-old Man
Introduction to The Coffee Room
Foreword to Criers and Kibitzers Kibitzers and Criers
My Father's Life
My Middle Age
Why I Live Where I Live
Where I Read What I Read
A Kinsey Report
My Shirt Tale
Summer: A True Confession
The Mild One
My Tuxedo: A Meditation
Three Meetings
Some Overrated Masterpieces
In the mid-20th century, after already recognized for his fiction, Stanley Elkin became a revivalist of the personal essay. Many of these essays were first printed elsewhere, some were written new for this collection and some were taken from his archives.
This collection is of interest chiefly to fans of Elkin's fiction but also to those of a more academic disposition who study English, rhetoric, mid-to-late 20th century American life, and disability studies. Elkin does not discuss his health complications (a few heart attacks and MS) in great detail, but by reading the entire book one can parse its progressive impact, particularly through the travel essays at the end of the first part.
Many of the pieces are suffused with Elkin's biting wit which ranges from self-congratulatory to -deprecating while others are wholly works of fiction. The tone of the final essay is somewhat shrill but still amusing-- of course the Mona Lisa is overrated!
The title essay alone makes this book worth picking up, as it is a meditation on a lifetime spent stealing & hoarding complimentary bars of soap which segues into a meditation on mortality. Also of particular interest is the one on researchers at the Newberry Library in Chicago and the relation of the urban legends surrounding Norbiton, PA. And then there are some gushing pieces on TS Eliot and Nabokov.
Unfortunately the essays here are not dated (there is a list of the previous dates of publication in the back of the book, but having a timestamp at the start of each piece would have been nice) presented without any real qualifying remarks. There is a preface but it is exceedingly chummy by a colleague of Elkin's from Washington University—it focuses on the title piece, mostly but fails to explain the logic underlying the arrangement of the essays. This is a disappointment for a man who was a mainstay at the writer's conferences Bread Loaf and Sewanee, as well as close friends with many other authors such as Robert Coover, Saul Bellow, and William Gass. Reading this book in conjunction with Shouting Down the Silence is recommended, as that critical biography of Elkin provides much in the way of context.
The cover, a portrait of Elkin by his muse/wife Joan, is strikingly beautiful.
The pieces on plot, style, and rhetoric are somewhat sprawling, digressive and repetitive. On the downside, they are too few in number. Elkin's assertions are enticing--one of his ideas is that taste cannot be cultivated, that it is innate upon birth. Which means that if these essays are not to your taste then there's no use trying to force it.
Part I
Performance and Reality
Plot
Acts of Scholarship
The Law of Average
What's in a name?
The First Amendment as an art form
The Muses are heard
An American in California
At the Academy Awards
The Rest of the Novel
Pieces of Soap
Part II
A preface to the Stories of the Sixties (But I am Getting Ahead of Myself)
Introduction to The best American Short Stories 1980
Foreword to Arthur Schnitzler Plays and Stories
A La Recherche du Whoopee Cushion
Introduction to Early Elkin
Introduction to The Six Year-old Man
Introduction to The Coffee Room
Foreword to Criers and Kibitzers Kibitzers and Criers
My Father's Life
My Middle Age
Why I Live Where I Live
Where I Read What I Read
A Kinsey Report
My Shirt Tale
Summer: A True Confession
The Mild One
My Tuxedo: A Meditation
Three Meetings
Some Overrated Masterpieces
In the mid-20th century, after already recognized for his fiction, Stanley Elkin became a revivalist of the personal essay. Many of these essays were first printed elsewhere, some were written new for this collection and some were taken from his archives.
This collection is of interest chiefly to fans of Elkin's fiction but also to those of a more academic disposition who study English, rhetoric, mid-to-late 20th century American life, and disability studies. Elkin does not discuss his health complications (a few heart attacks and MS) in great detail, but by reading the entire book one can parse its progressive impact, particularly through the travel essays at the end of the first part.
Many of the pieces are suffused with Elkin's biting wit which ranges from self-congratulatory to -deprecating while others are wholly works of fiction. The tone of the final essay is somewhat shrill but still amusing-- of course the Mona Lisa is overrated!
The title essay alone makes this book worth picking up, as it is a meditation on a lifetime spent stealing & hoarding complimentary bars of soap which segues into a meditation on mortality. Also of particular interest is the one on researchers at the Newberry Library in Chicago and the relation of the urban legends surrounding Norbiton, PA. And then there are some gushing pieces on TS Eliot and Nabokov.
Unfortunately the essays here are not dated (there is a list of the previous dates of publication in the back of the book, but having a timestamp at the start of each piece would have been nice) presented without any real qualifying remarks. There is a preface but it is exceedingly chummy by a colleague of Elkin's from Washington University—it focuses on the title piece, mostly but fails to explain the logic underlying the arrangement of the essays. This is a disappointment for a man who was a mainstay at the writer's conferences Bread Loaf and Sewanee, as well as close friends with many other authors such as Robert Coover, Saul Bellow, and William Gass. Reading this book in conjunction with Shouting Down the Silence is recommended, as that critical biography of Elkin provides much in the way of context.
The cover, a portrait of Elkin by his muse/wife Joan, is strikingly beautiful.
The pieces on plot, style, and rhetoric are somewhat sprawling, digressive and repetitive. On the downside, they are too few in number. Elkin's assertions are enticing--one of his ideas is that taste cannot be cultivated, that it is innate upon birth. Which means that if these essays are not to your taste then there's no use trying to force it.
March 10, 2021
I picked up this collection of essays by Stanley Elkin because I was intrigued by an essay of his I'd read in "Staring Back: The Disability Experience from the Inside Out" (the inspiration for titling my GoodReads shelf "The Disability Experience").
I found the first few of the essays to be meandering but fun. As Sam Lipsyte says in the introductory essay, Elkin's prose is fascinating like close-up magic or fireworks. However, when I got to the essay that Lipsyte cites as an example, "What's in a Name," I was pretty turned off. Elkin is trying to impress upon the reader how we expect certain traits from someone or something based on a name, and upends that by describing how you'd never expect a Stanley to be a child molester. With paragraphs of detail about how he would go about doing the molesting. He also uses the term "house n----r" multiple times in the same essay, when "house slave" would have done the trick. I just got the feeling he enjoys riling and provoking people.
I didn't want to simply give up on the book so I skipped around and only read the essays that caught my interest. I enjoyed the pieces on the craft of writing, like "Plot" the best. I was also enchanted by the piece "Acts of Scholarship," and enjoyed a couple essays where Elkin wrote about his own father.
I'm giving the collection 3 stars because while not every piece appealed to me, I really liked several quite a bit. I do wonder if I should seek out some of Elkin's fiction instead.
I found the first few of the essays to be meandering but fun. As Sam Lipsyte says in the introductory essay, Elkin's prose is fascinating like close-up magic or fireworks. However, when I got to the essay that Lipsyte cites as an example, "What's in a Name," I was pretty turned off. Elkin is trying to impress upon the reader how we expect certain traits from someone or something based on a name, and upends that by describing how you'd never expect a Stanley to be a child molester. With paragraphs of detail about how he would go about doing the molesting. He also uses the term "house n----r" multiple times in the same essay, when "house slave" would have done the trick. I just got the feeling he enjoys riling and provoking people.
I didn't want to simply give up on the book so I skipped around and only read the essays that caught my interest. I enjoyed the pieces on the craft of writing, like "Plot" the best. I was also enchanted by the piece "Acts of Scholarship," and enjoyed a couple essays where Elkin wrote about his own father.
I'm giving the collection 3 stars because while not every piece appealed to me, I really liked several quite a bit. I do wonder if I should seek out some of Elkin's fiction instead.
December 5, 2023
Stanley, you annoy the fuck outta me.
I don't like your attitude.
There—got that off my chest.
The only reason I'm docking this one star is because Stanley Elkin should have written more short stories. Look him up on Amazon--not much anyone really talks about except Criers & Kibbitzers. He forsook short stories for novels, I think, because he desperately wanted the big score of having them adapted into movies. For the money, of course. This love/hate envy of movie success is a running thread in these essays too thick to ignore. Sorry, Stanley—you blew it. You should have put EVERYTHING on the short story! Don't you know how many have been optioned and adapted into movies?! But that's beside the point—which is your short stories were very artful. Remember Art?
He was a famous asshole. In reading We Wanted to Be Writers, the famous oral history of former Iowa Writers Workshop alums, the only thing everyone seems to agree on is that Stanley Elkin was a glib, acerbic, bitter windbag. It's in full evidence here... but man, was he ever serious about sentence-making. The lone back-cover blurb by Cynthia Ozick (whose Collected Short Stories I happen to be reading as I finish Pieces of Soap) and Sam Lipsyte's fulsome introduction to Elkin's POS both cite Elkin's love of language. Much to admire there. For sure.
But I can't help thinking of the true story where some Iowa student asked why Elkin didn't write more short stories, "NO MONEY IN IT" he snapped. And right there, you have Stanley copping to one of his fatal flaws: like another insufferable Chicago genius with whom I worked for 12 years, he was in love with the sound of his own rhetoric. Toxic narcissism is a real thing, it thrives on transactionality—but it is SO limiting. In order to be truly creative, one must cultivate humility, empathy and treasure, in an unsentimental way, what is true and real. All we really have to give each other is our vulnerability. In this respect, Elkin never evolved past the Permian Era (a turn of phrase I like to think he'd grudgingly respect).
Some of the most tedious material takes place in his challenging golden years when he was battling MS. You can almost see him falling back on cringeworthy cliches such as "Rome wasn't built in a day" (used at least three times across various pieces) just to goose the wordcount—for that is how he was no doubt paid for many of these pieces. And that's another thing: always mentioning at every turn just how much he was paid for certain books, articles, teaching positions; how much he paid for shirts, arcade games... He was overly-obsessed with the price of things (Depression-childhood much?). His much-vaunted humor wears thin after a while as he deteriorates into an embarrassing stereotype, a recurring neurotic uncle or parent on Seinfeld.
Still, I did savor many of these passages. Took forever to finish this 400+ page book. The final essay is about overrated masterpieces and boy does he ever nail it (Hamlet, Marx Brothers, Jasper Johns and others all get justifiably skewered IMHO). Bravo.
But that's the thing about curmudgeons, they have thick armor. If they don't occasionally jettison that, it fuses to their body to where they need a wheelchair to get around and if you, the reader, the writer looking for a hero, for inspiration, want to save yourself—you simply have to let go and watch them sink into oblivion under the weight of their own sad arrogance.
I don't like your attitude.
There—got that off my chest.
The only reason I'm docking this one star is because Stanley Elkin should have written more short stories. Look him up on Amazon--not much anyone really talks about except Criers & Kibbitzers. He forsook short stories for novels, I think, because he desperately wanted the big score of having them adapted into movies. For the money, of course. This love/hate envy of movie success is a running thread in these essays too thick to ignore. Sorry, Stanley—you blew it. You should have put EVERYTHING on the short story! Don't you know how many have been optioned and adapted into movies?! But that's beside the point—which is your short stories were very artful. Remember Art?
He was a famous asshole. In reading We Wanted to Be Writers, the famous oral history of former Iowa Writers Workshop alums, the only thing everyone seems to agree on is that Stanley Elkin was a glib, acerbic, bitter windbag. It's in full evidence here... but man, was he ever serious about sentence-making. The lone back-cover blurb by Cynthia Ozick (whose Collected Short Stories I happen to be reading as I finish Pieces of Soap) and Sam Lipsyte's fulsome introduction to Elkin's POS both cite Elkin's love of language. Much to admire there. For sure.
But I can't help thinking of the true story where some Iowa student asked why Elkin didn't write more short stories, "NO MONEY IN IT" he snapped. And right there, you have Stanley copping to one of his fatal flaws: like another insufferable Chicago genius with whom I worked for 12 years, he was in love with the sound of his own rhetoric. Toxic narcissism is a real thing, it thrives on transactionality—but it is SO limiting. In order to be truly creative, one must cultivate humility, empathy and treasure, in an unsentimental way, what is true and real. All we really have to give each other is our vulnerability. In this respect, Elkin never evolved past the Permian Era (a turn of phrase I like to think he'd grudgingly respect).
Some of the most tedious material takes place in his challenging golden years when he was battling MS. You can almost see him falling back on cringeworthy cliches such as "Rome wasn't built in a day" (used at least three times across various pieces) just to goose the wordcount—for that is how he was no doubt paid for many of these pieces. And that's another thing: always mentioning at every turn just how much he was paid for certain books, articles, teaching positions; how much he paid for shirts, arcade games... He was overly-obsessed with the price of things (Depression-childhood much?). His much-vaunted humor wears thin after a while as he deteriorates into an embarrassing stereotype, a recurring neurotic uncle or parent on Seinfeld.
Still, I did savor many of these passages. Took forever to finish this 400+ page book. The final essay is about overrated masterpieces and boy does he ever nail it (Hamlet, Marx Brothers, Jasper Johns and others all get justifiably skewered IMHO). Bravo.
But that's the thing about curmudgeons, they have thick armor. If they don't occasionally jettison that, it fuses to their body to where they need a wheelchair to get around and if you, the reader, the writer looking for a hero, for inspiration, want to save yourself—you simply have to let go and watch them sink into oblivion under the weight of their own sad arrogance.
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