![]() ![]() ![]() Why not read about a community you don’t belong to, that doesn’t actually exist, a captain and crew who are, in reality, if that isn’t too much of a downer on your vacation, as indifferent to each other as the coworkers at an office or bank? Read doctored personal statements from underpaid crew members-because ocean life pays better than money!-who hate their lives but have been forced to buy into the mythology of working on a boat, not a goddamned ship, separated now from loved ones and friends, growing lonelier by the second, even while they wait on you and follow your every order.Īnd yet, when Fleming thought about it, this welcome packet, fucked up though it was, even though he hadn’t read it, most certainly had more readers than he did. Famous suckwads from the past, slicing through this very water on wooden longships.Ī welcome packet, the literary genre most likely to succeed in the new millennium. Lobotomized histories of the islands they’d visit. Sunny biographies of the captain and crew, who had always dreamed of this life. A history of the boat, which would be referred to as a ship. ![]() Why didn’t they supply a glossary for this cruise? Probably they had, in the welcome packet he’d failed to read. The word hallway must have a nautical name. The room pitched up and down and for a moment he thought he might be sick. From his window there was nothing but a hallway, and if he craned his neck, a blown lightbulb swung into view, dangling like a piece of spoiled fruit. Fleming woke in the dark and his room felt loose, sloshing so badly he gripped the bed. ![]()
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