I love Geoff Dyer more than any other person I’ve never met before, and he’s probably influenced my writing and comedy more than anyone else. This isn’t his best book by far, but it’s totally delightful — he just writes about what it’s like to live on an aircraft carrier (if you’re a kind of insane British writer). I love how this book kind of starts out like a normal piece of long-form journalism but by the end Dyer is just being totally weird like he usually is.
Ben and I used to hike to the top of a mountain every Thanksgiving- now we go on a “hike” in quotation marks with these two complain-based monsters. But it’s still kind of fun. Minus the absolutely terrible historical context, and focusing instead on being grateful for friends and family, happy Thanksgiving.