Chapter One
Our tale begins in a mansion near Chicago when young David Eggers becomes immersed in the idea of alternative culture. Not the fact of breaking with conglomerates and other top-heavy institutions, mind you-- only the pose of it.
By eighteeen he's become disillusioned.
When he's 21 his parents die, sadly and tragically and . . . but you've read the book.
Inheritance in hand, young disillusioned sad teary-eyed David heads west with the fictional facsimile of his younger brother, "Snooky," along with David's long-time playmate, "Teddy," to spend his fortune.
San Francisco!
(To be continued.)
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Do you hate Eggers because you think he's full of shit, or because he comes from money?
- Pencopal
??? I don't hate Eggers; he just makes a highly visible target. It's also an easy way to puncture the demi-puppets for whom he's an icon. (They are halfway puppets for whom there is some hope-- the marionette strings may still be able to be cut-- while a full puppet like Jon Franzen is hopelessly captured.)
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