I’m not very good at reviewing things- I’m well aware I have strange tastes in media consumption and I don’t really expect anyone else to take me at more word that a given movie/book/album/show is wonderful. That said, I feel like doing this anyway and so…
My parents have a tendency to load me up with oddly wonderful novels that they think get at my heritage. I was staring at my bookshelf and I decided to write about this one that they gave me for the plane ride home a few years ago. Reading about two souls wandering through a city under siege while wandering through an airport somehow overlapped in my mind rather well. The social systems that form under strained and cramped conditions, the power the state can wield over individuals at the level of their bodies, and the notion of knowing your own skills and playing to them, turns out to really hit home both in fictional (?) WWII histories and when you’re trying to make friends in the security line so you can get to the Cinnabon on the other side of the TSA screening folks.*
I’ve been wandering the past few days, thankfully not around an airport, but wandering none the less. Feeling like there’s never going to be a place to lay down and rest. And then I look up and see the book my mom said she really liked and I should really take it on the plane with me- I may never have a day completely free of work and worry, but there are places where I can find family and friends where someone else can take the watch for the next few hours.
* A personal note: while Cinnabon is used here for illustrative purposes, I never really like Cinnabons in airports. If you’re traveling you should indulge, and if you’re going to indulge in sweets, better to go for cold stuff like ice cream and froyo.