Status Updates From The Mezzanine

Slow progress is still progress...!

This is a book I suspect I can only tolerate in small doses. The initial charm has definitely worn off and I’m starting to dislike the vaguely self-satisfied, knowing tone of this narrator, which is unfortunately because I really really wanted to be charmed and delighted by the narrator’s voice

“In my first year of college it became widely believed that “milk makes more mucus” and hence should be avoided when you have a cold— that was the beginning of my disenchantment.”

Our narrator is too easily swayed by random bullshit because he has no sense of discernment. He makes imaginative associations and has a child’s sense of wonder, but hes yanked around bc he cant separate the meaningful/mundane

“Any sadness I felt was overpowered by an embarrassment that we had associated ourselves with the losers, services that could be grouped with horse-drawn ice and coal trucks.”

This is the second time the narrator has applied his extreme sensitivity to social conventions, the first time being the get-well poster signature placement. I want to be charmed but I feel secondhand embarrassment whenever it happens tbh