Never too much good stuff!GRIEVANCES conjured up thosehalcyon college days, thosetiny cluttered apartments,the greasy fast food, the moldypizza boxes, and those mandatorypiles of books; some of whichwe kept for 40 years until nowthe three volumes of THE HISTORYOF CIVILIZATION seem archaic, almost silly. The lady of thepiece for some reason comesoff for me petite, Indian,gorgeous, cooking many kindsof exotic dishes loaded withcurry and odd smelling spices,with parents from Bombay, whosefather wears a turbin and worksfor the public library, and shehas a stray cat that hissesat you when you go over to herplace, and her roommate is aheavy black girl with braceswho wears red sashes in herdredlocks.MIKE'S ROOM really puts us there. I had a converted roomin a garage while in high schooland I was the oldest of threekids. It was the early 60'sso real rock and roll had notdescended upon the planet yet,so there were no posters; comicbooks and baseball cards, yes.You always make the writingto personable, it is tremendouslyhard to separate the writerfrom the person. If you do nothave an older brother namedMike, you should've had.
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