I stumbled across Walter Benjamin At The Dairy Queen, By: Larry McMurtry on my bookshelf the other day.
It is one of the 300 – 400 books, maybe more, that I read before I started archiving my books and dissecting them in Evernote.
I have a lot of catch-up work to do, I suppose.
I can’t wait to dive into this book again and document it here.
Here is the first paragraph to get it started.
Much more to follow, I hope.
“In the summer of 1980, in the Archer City Dairy Queen, while nursing a lime Dr Pepper (a delicacy strictly local, unheard of even in the next Dairy Queen down the road—Olney’s, eighteen miles south—but easily obtainable by anyone willing to buy a lime and a Dr Pepper), I opened a book called Illuminations and read Walter Benjamin’s essay “The Storyteller,” nominally a study of or reflection on the stories of Nikolay Leskov, but really (I came to feel, after several rereadings) an examination, and a profound one, of the growing obsolescence of what might be called practical memory and the consequent diminution of the power of oral narrative in our twentieth–century lives.”