VLVL Father of the year

Terrance lycidas2 at earthlink.net
Tue Sep 23 08:51:13 CDT 2003


> 
> Still not sure about those moral yardsticks, but:
> 
>        At first it had seemed like a terrific idea, a perfect break
>     for them both, at a critical time. Sasha had been there too, to
>     see her off on the flight, she and Zoyd handing the half-asleep
>     Prairie back and forth, arms to arms, like a rehearsal of
>     arrangements to come. (56.22-25)
> 
> This description of how Prairie gets handed back and forth between Zoyd and
> Sasha at the airport relates pretty explicitly to Zoyd's sudden change of
> heart and his decision to dump Prairie on Sasha and chase after Frenesi on
> that dodgy red-eye flight to Honolulu. And there is an implication in that
> last clause that this was a common occurrence as Prairie was growing up.


Prairie wants a Mom. Zoyd likes Jail Bait. Familiar story ... Benny ...
Slothrop ... 


What's wrong with Elvissa? 

Thapsia? 

They seem to be playing Mom from time to time, helping Zoyd out.  What?
Too old? Too sane? Too many family skills? 

But if Zoyd hooked up with one of these women that might  mean growing
up a bit and learning to love his neighbor. And live with her too. 

Zoyd is kinda like  Benny Profane with  children. I'll never believe
that Benny left Fina and the kids for some yo-yo road trip across the
sea to an Island where a Mother nearly aborted the Christ Child. 

Imagine that. Dependents. And he's kinda like Mason too. His wife is
dead. Well, she's a ghost. An image, A shade. His kid(s) are taken care
of and raised by other family members. Kinda like, not exactly like.
Like the Baker and the Gaffer. Zoyd, like Mason and Benny, goes for the
sickly ones, the gothic Slyvia Plaths in British Black. 

But come now, some jail bait is by nature all blossomed out in mother's
hips and milk. 
It's not the same as that little girl that brushed her fanny against
Brock's knees ... not Pointsman's poor bus station babies.



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