Bush Vet Translation

Terrance lycidas2 at earthlink.net
Tue Sep 2 10:13:53 CDT 2003



Mark Wright AIA wrote:
> RC is a Vietnam veteran who saw action in the jungle somewhere in
> southeast asia, and who went off for a casual pee and came back to find
> a drunk and depressing middle age freak making the eye at his girl, and
> there's an end to it. The point of view is that of Zoyd Wheeler, an
> American of and in a given time and place, filtered through the
> Narrator. 




RC and Moonpie were favorite sweets (and thought a perfect
> combination) of the working class in a time and a place; P's "act of
> Naming" isn't terribly mysterious here, either --- he is deftly tagging
> them with a class affiliation and a history that has little to do with
> your idle notions.
> 

But what about **Their** act of naming? 

Their real names have been left back along their by now already
erased-enough trail since the war. 

BTW, we have no clue why they erased their trail. Not yet. The argument
that has been put forth here is that RC was a Vietnam soldier and that
he changed his name because he is either ashamed of his having been a
soldier or some other thing he did having to do with Vietnam. 

Maybe, like a lot of other characters in this novel, he dropped a bomb
on some Americans right here in  the good old USA. Maybe he blew up a 
Nixon monument.  Maybe he was member of the Mason family. 

Maybe we will find out. 

They left their real names and took new ones. 

Why? and Why RC and Moonpie? 

These are the same people who named their kids Lotus and Morning. 

They are friends of Wheelers and he has a daughter named Prairie and she
has a boy friend named Isaiah Two Four. 

And, Zoyd tries to pin this act of naming on I-24 at page 16. 

"...named himself after what again, some robot?" 

Prairie says, "...YOUR (P's emphasis) friends his hippie freak parents
laid on him in 1967, about converting from war to peace, beating spears
into pruning hooks, other idiot peacenik stuff?" 


See it, Mark? 

That quote from the bible is about work. 

Working the land, working the peace, the war, all that stuff. 

I give up for now, but got my hat full of feathers and a wicked grin
cause I know what's coming. 

Do you? 

Does anyone here still read the fucking book? In any language? hmmmmm? 

Just bein a  asshole, 

T



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