From a Super Sad True
Love Story, by Gary Shteyngart, the author of Absurdistan, this horrifying excerpt out of our
fictional lives follows.
“I noticed that some of the first-class people were staring
me down for having an open book. 'Duder, that thing smells like wet socks,' said the young jock next to me, a senior Credit ape at LandO’LakesGMFord. I
quickly sealed the Chekhov in my carry-on, stowing it far in the overhead bin.
As the passengers returned to their flickering displays, I took out my äppärät
and began to thump it loudly with my finger to show how much I loved all things
digital, while sneaking nervous glances at the throbbing cavern around me, the
wine-dulled business travelers lost to their own electronic lives.”
