By David Beers
Beers' strong memoir recounts his family's global, the realm of middle-class suburbia, from Sputnik to the current, and writes of the nice institutions—the govt, the multinational businesses, the church, the suburban tract domestic neighborhood—in which his family members positioned their religion, and the way that religion was once betrayed.
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Sheena Easton. Going to get her back. Do I want her back? Pastels made our name but earth tones, earth tones, man. On my sign, we go in four and don’t stop firing until no one is moving. Drop the bomb. ” I finished and kept my eyes fastened on the page. Around the class, I heard a silence so complete, I wondered if anyone was still in the room with me. I wondered if perhaps the entire campus had vaporized. I waited for the deep, rich, full-bodied silence to end, but it didn’t. Eventually I looked up.
The bed was made, with red and orange quilts tucked in. A giant teddy bear leaned contently against the pillows—grinning the exact same grin as Dana. The desk was set with a chair and little lamp and books neatly stacked. It seemed more like a museum than a dorm room. Was it possible that Dana, or that any human force, had done this? And then I noticed another difference. There was so much more space than in my own room. You could dance in the middle of that floor, between the beds. Between the beds!
I stammered. ” The guitarist stared at me with a look of deep sadness, as though glimpsing for the first time the sad fate of a doomed planet. “Jesus,” someone else muttered. ” They all shook their heads and grimaced at each other. I grinned like a halfwit. ” I begged. ” I thanked him and walked on into the night, listening to the group exchanging whoa-what-was thats behind me. A sign reading New Students directed me down a muddy path through a yellowing field. In the darkness the crickets chirped and a stream burbled somewhere far off.
Blue Sky Dream: A Memoir of America's Fall from Grace by David Beers