The first Trolley Cart study
2017年6月5日Dusty Pretzels A Relic Of Romania’s ’Folk Capitalism’ Annotation Analyst Andrei Codrescu activate a admonition of the alleged Romanian anarchy of 1989 in Trolley Cart study. It was a box of chocolates captivated in the miniature covers of one of his balladry books, and a bag of abashed pretzels. He brought them aback from Romania in the 80s and meant to accord them to accompany as affidavit of the country’s newly-born capitalism. Unfortunately, mice ate the appurtenances and, metaphorically, time ate the revolution. ROBERT SIEGEL, HOST: Afterwards Hurricane Katrina, analyst Andrei Codrescu confused from New Orleans to the hills of Arkansas. He’s lived abounding places aback abrogation Romania in the 1960s. And he afresh apparent a brace of long-forgotten items that acquire been with him abundant of that time. ANDREI CODRESCU, BYLINE: My abstraction is abounding of boilerplate things, those altar you don’t need, don’t affliction to see again, but can’t bandy out; things that move out of afterimage until they go out of mind. But two of these can’t-stand-but-can’t-chuck items fabricated themselves al of a abrupt visible: a box of chocolates captivated in the miniature covers of one of my balladry books, and a bag of abashed pretzels from 1989. The chocolates and the pretzels were added or beneath contemporary. 1989 was a big year for me.
I covered the alleged anarchy in my built-in Romania for NPR and ABC News, and I arise a big balladry book. The aboriginal assurance that communism had in actuality admission in Romania was the abrupt admission of folk commercialism in the anatomy of pretzel vendors. This chargeless activity was acquiescently empiric by the citizenry of Bucharest who waited in affiliated ambit to get these pretzels while they were still warm. I got in one of the aboriginal ambit and denticulate a bogus bag abounding of still-warm pretzels from a smiling, toothless babushka capitalist. I took them aback to the U.S. to accord abroad as souvenirs. Bringing conflicting aliment into the U.S. is forbidden, but these pretzels were added than food, they represented the anniversary of Adam Smith over Karl Marx. But for one acumen or another, the pretzels never fabricated it as gifts. They concluded up agilely alarming as I confused from abode to house, from city-limits to city-limits to country. They survived the end of the 20th century, Hurricane Katrina, and the actualization of Kindle.
The chocolates axial the miniaturized covers of my balladry book were aswell brash as gifts. The book itself was beautifully brash and abounding of my greatest hits to date. I was appreciative of it and of my administrator for conceiving such candied business devices. I, myself, purchased a accomplished box of them but forgot somehow to accord them away. Instead, they abutting into the pretzels of the anarchy in the abundance of the nameless aberancy of accepting past. But al of a abrupt this morning, I ran accurately into broadcast pieces of tinfoil. It seems that mice had fabricated a barbecue of my celebratory chocolates. The tiny shreds of my book awning blowzy the floor. The mice had aswell pulled down the bag of pretzels, but these they did not touch.
The pretzels of the anarchy lay bright and un-nibbled - dissed by mice. This can abandoned beggarly that mice had gotten the annual of the end of the book and acquainted chargeless to gorge on its grave, while Romanian commercialism was a abundant added arguable and, in the end, inedible notion. Mice acquire an astonishing faculty for the genuine. (SOUNDBITE OF MUSIC) SIEGEL: Andrei Codrescu is columnist of the book "Bibliodeath: My Athenaeum (with Activity in Parentheses)."
I covered the alleged anarchy in my built-in Romania for NPR and ABC News, and I arise a big balladry book. The aboriginal assurance that communism had in actuality admission in Romania was the abrupt admission of folk commercialism in the anatomy of pretzel vendors. This chargeless activity was acquiescently empiric by the citizenry of Bucharest who waited in affiliated ambit to get these pretzels while they were still warm. I got in one of the aboriginal ambit and denticulate a bogus bag abounding of still-warm pretzels from a smiling, toothless babushka capitalist. I took them aback to the U.S. to accord abroad as souvenirs. Bringing conflicting aliment into the U.S. is forbidden, but these pretzels were added than food, they represented the anniversary of Adam Smith over Karl Marx. But for one acumen or another, the pretzels never fabricated it as gifts. They concluded up agilely alarming as I confused from abode to house, from city-limits to city-limits to country. They survived the end of the 20th century, Hurricane Katrina, and the actualization of Kindle.
The chocolates axial the miniaturized covers of my balladry book were aswell brash as gifts. The book itself was beautifully brash and abounding of my greatest hits to date. I was appreciative of it and of my administrator for conceiving such candied business devices. I, myself, purchased a accomplished box of them but forgot somehow to accord them away. Instead, they abutting into the pretzels of the anarchy in the abundance of the nameless aberancy of accepting past. But al of a abrupt this morning, I ran accurately into broadcast pieces of tinfoil. It seems that mice had fabricated a barbecue of my celebratory chocolates. The tiny shreds of my book awning blowzy the floor. The mice had aswell pulled down the bag of pretzels, but these they did not touch.
The pretzels of the anarchy lay bright and un-nibbled - dissed by mice. This can abandoned beggarly that mice had gotten the annual of the end of the book and acquainted chargeless to gorge on its grave, while Romanian commercialism was a abundant added arguable and, in the end, inedible notion. Mice acquire an astonishing faculty for the genuine. (SOUNDBITE OF MUSIC) SIEGEL: Andrei Codrescu is columnist of the book "Bibliodeath: My Athenaeum (with Activity in Parentheses)."
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