Transfiguration Avenue: Michael Chabon and Relearning to See the World

The first reason and last reason for reading Michael Chabon is his prose style. We can start on page one: A white boy rode flatfoot on a skateboard, towed along, hand to shoulder, by a black boy pedaling a brakeless fixed-gear bike. Dark August morning, deep in the Flatlands. Hiss of tires. Granular unraveling of skateboard wheels against asphalt. Summer-time Berkeley giving off her old-lady smell, nine different styles of jasmine and a squirt of he-cat. This opening paragraph models Chabon’s o … [Read more...]