We took the Megabus to Chicago on the occasion of the Aged P’s 95th birthday. It was our first trip on the new convenience and we thought it was particularly fitting that the book we were able to read since we weren’t driving was So Cold the River by Michael Koryta which is about eerie events in Southern Indiana, which we were crossing AT THAT VERY MOMENT! So it was, like, a megaliterary moment. It would have been even eerier if our route had taken us anywhere near French Lick where Koryta’s goings-on were going on, but we were pretty darn close.
Should you read the Koryta? Only if you are willing to swallow a little Hoosier magical realism. We have to ask, why should it be harder to swallow Midwestern magic than it is to swallow Latin American magic? Hmm? Or the Greek mythology John Banville stirred into his latest? Is North America permanently to be a magical dead zone amongst serious readers? We are most interested in your thoughts.
We didn’t try the megawifi, by the way. We were perfectly happy with our book going up and big fat Tribune coming back. But it’s nice to know that we could have if we would have.
Gastronomic note: Megabus stops for meals at McDonald’s. We were glad we had packed a lunch.