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...center. Its entrance was not where advertised—intentionally: the police had shut down and reopened the club many times over the years. In that small room with three walls were some of the strangest people I saw during my entire time overseas. There were teens who hadn??€™t bathed in a while, on purpose, and lanky girls slugging back cans of beer with neither fear of judgment nor pretension. After hearing the headlining band Carsick Cars’ first song I liked what I heard—and found myself in complete disbelief. Atonal music...
...Quietly, I waited for the alienating shocks of another culture’s customs pushing against my own. They never came, and not because I had prepared myself beforehand. I hadn??€™t. I wanted the experience of being in London to wash over me with all its natural undulations, like the push and pull of a gentle tide. Unlike visiting, living somewhere demands a distinct kind of acculturation. It is an open-minded kind of tourism, an accepting stance toward unfamiliar expressions and the way people interact in the street, an openness to new subway maps...
This time the disillusionment started in a neighborhood pub. I met up with a friend there, one with whom I hadn??€™t had much contact in a while. At first, all was well. The beer was cheap! It was good! My friend was also growing a beard! But then the empty pint glasses started to add up. Something in me turned, and nothing seemed right. This friend—a smart, funny, creative young guy—was still in Portland, living with his parents. As far as I could tell, he wasn’t doing much...
...took me until the next afternoon to recover. I had plans to meet another friend. When I showed up at the same pub, I had my reservations. I hadn??€™t talked to this friend in a while either, in part because I felt he also epitomized the listlessness that I associated with Portland, that I wanted to leave behind...
...while ago, my friend had connected me to a family friend of his: Janet Evanovich. She and I exchanged a few emails about writing and the publishing industry. At that point, I had certainly heard her name before but hadn??€™t read any of her books. However, when I came to New York for the summer and started to learn more about the publishing industry, I also learned more about the author whose name frequently tops the New York Times bestseller list. I kept seeing her books displayed in the front windows of bookstores I visited. I heard...