I recall my early years sometimes, like the time my mother pounded on the bedroom door, yelling: "Dag, what are you doing in there? Do you hear me? What are you doing? Are you looking at the Monkey/Ward catalog again?" And I'd say, "No, mother," in a shuddering whimper kind of voice, overcome within the confines of my room by fantastic passions and lurid early teen dreams. "I'm going to report you to your father," she yell. He'd come home, take me out back and give me the chat I always dreaded. "Son, why don't you try to get a girlfriend? You're a nerd like all you loser friends, but can't you even try? Do you have to send all your time in your room with that? I can't believe you're my kid."
I'd go back to my room as quickly and discretely as I could, and I'd hear them talking in the next room: "I don't understand it. How can he do that day after day? It's unnatural for a boy his age. And it's not even English."
Actually it is. Coup d'Etat.
I love the following Amazon.com review. Normally I'd think the name below is a pseudonym, but after having recently encountered Ceramic Anneal from Pakistan, nothing's too weird for me to accept, even that I would stay indoors to read a book like that rather than bomb at getting a date. Uh huh.
Coleman Fuel: WARNING: This book is not in the class of typical, vague strategy compendiums that business gurus and self-help seekers can read in hope of finding some inner meaning to help them find their "way." Coup d'Etat is merely a book on overthrowing government structures with the intention of deterring unpopular regimes from the quest for dominion. Accurate in strategic principles, this book could be very dangerous or totally useless in the wrong hands. If you are one of the rare ones out there who actually reads strategy books with the intention of war, then this work is definitely required reading. Study it as a guidebook, and go overthrow a facist regime in a third world country (for fun and profit), or die a horribly violent death while trying. It's up to you, but my guess is that most people who read this will end up infamous, dead, or writing stupid reviews for it saying how well it can be used as a metaphor for human life.
Edward Luttwack, author of Coup d'Etat, is a serious fellow, as is his subject above. Not now, of course of course of course, but maybe later and maybe elsewhere in the world we might maybe want to know a few things about this and that in a serious way. In a relative way.
Yeah, I was probably adopted. My so-called parents flipped out thinking I was reading homosexual erotica when they discovered The Prince under my mattress. Honestly, I tried, even humor, like the time I told them that I'd been in jail overnight. "I told the judge: 'Yes, your Honor, I confess I killed my parents, but have mercy! I'm an orphan'."
I'm sure they'd heard that joke before. Not even a smile.