The Best Exchange in the First Half of Michael Chabon’s First Book

2011 at 11am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

I’ve read Michael Chabon’s nonfiction and essays and have found them consistently swoonworthy. Manhood for Amateurs was flat-out amazing from the first page to the last, and ever since, I’ve been wanting to read Chabon’s fiction. More specifically, I’ve been wanting to read his fiction in chronological order because I get the feeling that he’s a writer for whom I really want to appreciation the book-to-book development.

I’m almost exactly halfway through The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, and I’m wearing out my underlining pen. There are SO MANY perfect sentences in this book that I can hardly believe it’s a first novel. Best of all, there’s this:

That evening, I rode downtown on an unaccountably empty bus, sitting in the last row. At the front I saw a thin cloud of smoke rising around the driver’s head.

“Hey, bus driver,” I said. “Can I smoke?”

May I,” said the bus driver.

“I love you,” I said.

Yes. A thousand times yes.

 

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