On Friday morning, wondering just how hung-over my students were going to be, and hearing that there was snow in the forecast, I really didn’t know how the day was going to go. I broke out my jacket–which my girlfriend swears is not actually a winter jacket due to its lack of insulation–and started my commute.
Instead of my usual half-awake confusion and communication with the universe, I dove into the book I was reading. As this post is part book review, I should let you know the title. It was Black Card by Chris L. Terry. Reading the blurb, I was completely taken in by the book. At its core, it’s a book about a multi-raced punk rocker trying to find his identity in an uncertain world. Even as I write that, I know my description is too simplistic and avoids getting to the deeper issue of race, identity, assumptions, appropriation, community, romance, subconscious, and oh yeah, the Punk scene.
I checked with a co-worker who was in the Punk scene in LA for years and after reading him a few bits, he started talking and confirmed everything in the novel without me saying anything.
I haven’t gotten absorbed into too many books lately. This was the exception. It felt good to get deep into something and not have to think about the frosty temperatures just outside the bus window. I didn’t even react when they opened the bus doors and the cold blasted in.
The book was humorous, unconventional, interesting, and just great. Read it if you can.
In case it wasn’t clear, getting lost in a novel was Today’s Perfect Moment.