Welcome to Wobegon’s Post-Katrina University, where all the men are good-looking, all the women are intelligent, and all the players are injured. All the veterans are decorated, and each decoration consists of something more than a purple heart.
Axé.
I can’t figure out if you like Keillor’s style here, but I was drawn into his work by a cassette of him reading from Lake Wobegon Days. It was back in 1993, when I was less well-read. Am I right to remember his work with as much fondness?
He’s smart and funny. I think you have to be from or in the Midwest to really, really relate to his style … for me there is a tinge of nostalgia-for-Americana to which I just don’t relate, never having lived for an appreciable period of time in the kind setting he evokes. So: his style is very different from mine, but yes, I appreciate him. I was using the Keillor tone here because I feel the same sort of criticism-yet-affection for where I am now, as he presents about ‘Lake Wobegon’.