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Piece Description
A racist man turns violent against my friends and me at a seafood restaurant. My first up-close look at racism. We were minding our own business and now my world has changed for the worse. Fiction. For more information and conversation, visit this feature on Transom.org.
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Review of Seafood JointOK, things I loved about this piece:
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But, hell, overall it's a small price to pay. Excellent work. |
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Review of Seafood JointIn this fascinating piece, Mr Anderson examines himself when placed in a confrontational situation with a racist at a restaurant. Things turn for the worst and the whole piece is told from a retrospective point-of-view with an ingenious suspense ending. |
Transcript
"Seafood Joint" by Hans Anderson.
What it came down to was that I paused, turned to my family and friends, yelled "LOOK AWAY" and then pulled the trigger. If I'd have just done it, without pausing, without yelling, it would have been clear self defense or heat-of-passion type of a situation.
It would have been an easy, lawful way out. We were just sitting there, talking, not provoking anyone. We were done eating, the kids were playing at their end of the table and I was holding little Bo on my lap, he tickling me, me laughing even though I'm not ticklish. We were talking about the Matrix, which had just come out. I'd seen it, but Bo's dad hadn't, probably wouldn't. He didn't like movies like that. It was so loud in the restaurant I didn't hear the drunk man at first. He nudged me on the shoulder and I turned and looked up. He was standing over my chair and when he first spoke,...
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Tripp Sommer
Posted on January 08, 2006 at 03:13 PM | Permalink
Review of Seafood Joint
This piece is intense. It starts with the narrator saying "...and then I pulled the trigger" and ends with "...wish me luck."
The narration is natural and conversational. It takes you inside the experience, complete with questions, confusion.
I am not a big fan of music under an entire piece, but this time it keeps the pace and doesn't interfere.
It gets us as close as I hope any of us gets to this kind of experience.
"There but for the grace of...go I."