![]() ![]() San Francisco was different then, and Eggers' A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius had the sort of false pomposity that appealed to the stylishly wicked of the Bay Area's newest (and soonest to be dead) working class. Usually when one is noticing a so-called cultural phenomenon, not so many people are hip on it. ![]() Everyone on public transportation was reading them, which is strange. Back in the days of the era of the dot com, in San Francisco one couldn't seem to escape the growing forest of Eggers and David Sedaris. Have you heard of Dave Eggers? Timothy McSweeney? (just a tomb down in the old cemetery). Backgrounds and Foregroundsĭo you like to read? Chances are that if you are here, you do. I was inside, very warm, walking from door to door. ![]() It was a clear and eyeblue day, that day, as was the first day of this story, a few years ago in January, on Chicago's north side, in the opulent shadow of Wrigley and with the wind coming low and searching off the jagged half-frozen lake. And so you step into Powell's City of Books and lo and behold you see a hardcover by Dave Eggers with the following on the cover:Įverything within takes place after Jack died and before my mom and I drowned in a burning ferry in the cool tannin-tinted Guaviare River, in east-central Columbia, with forty-two locals we hadn't yet met. ![]()
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