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While I largely agree with many of the underwhelmed reactions I’ve seen, there was one note-perfect character bit: Dean and his disgusted references to “humans.” It’s both an entirely consistent callback to S1 and The Benders, where Dean expresses the exact same sentiment, and a creepy demonstration that what Sam got back might not be 100% pure Dean. (And now I really, really want to know where Sam was during the days he was dead.)
Barack Obama, Dreams from My Father: Not the book you’d expect a guy with political intentions to write, which makes me love him even more. From the second paragraph of Chapter 1: “When the weather was good, my roommate and I might sit out on the fire escape to smoke cigarettes and study the dusk washing blue over the city, or watch white people from the better neighborhoods nearby walk their dogs down our block to let the animals shit on our curbs--'Scoop the poop, you bastards!' my roommate would shout with impressive rage, and we’d laugh at the faces of both master and beast, grim and unapologetic as they hunkered down to do the deed.” Thoughtful and open and complicated, everything you’ve seen and hope to see. Though there’s much of the story left to be written, I was struck by what he said about Chicago’s first black mayor, Harold Washington: “he held out an offer of collective redemption.” A little too much striving for lyricism in language, but I don’t actually care.
Barack Obama, Dreams from My Father: Not the book you’d expect a guy with political intentions to write, which makes me love him even more. From the second paragraph of Chapter 1: “When the weather was good, my roommate and I might sit out on the fire escape to smoke cigarettes and study the dusk washing blue over the city, or watch white people from the better neighborhoods nearby walk their dogs down our block to let the animals shit on our curbs--'Scoop the poop, you bastards!' my roommate would shout with impressive rage, and we’d laugh at the faces of both master and beast, grim and unapologetic as they hunkered down to do the deed.” Thoughtful and open and complicated, everything you’ve seen and hope to see. Though there’s much of the story left to be written, I was struck by what he said about Chicago’s first black mayor, Harold Washington: “he held out an offer of collective redemption.” A little too much striving for lyricism in language, but I don’t actually care.
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I agree. I was surprised by how easy Obama's book was to read, and it pulled me in pretty easily.