Cruise Prose

Michael Ian Black’s recent New York Times column cemented my decision to never take a cruise. So Uncool, It’s Cool. Not. He liked the mindless ordinariness. All I could focus on were the stairs, elevators, and confinement on crowded decks “surrounded by a thousand fleshy strangers in swimsuits”, yuk!  Everything I thought bad seems to be true.

However, he linked a 1997 essay by David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again. Wallace’s solo adventure on the megaliner Zenith, which he dubbed the Nadir. It was one of the funniest best written pieces I’ve ever read. A self-proclaimed semi-agoraphobe, he liked his cabin a lot. Since he eventually committed suicide, I won’t say I could relate. But. It was hilarious. The footnotes were priceless. Will be exploring other of his works.

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