More articles I saved from The New Yorker (yes, I'm a walking advertisment for the magazine...but does that mean the fiction editor will take my phone calls?):
“Shouts & Murmurs: How Fred Flintstone Got Home, Got Wild, and Got a Stone Age Life”
By Larry Doyle
May 15, 2006
This defies being excerpted, so please go read the whole thing. But, okay, just a flavor:
…Through the courtesy of Fred’s two feet.
What makes Fred run? Wilma, light of his life, fire of his loincloth. His sin, his soul. Wil-ma.
When you’re with the Flintstones.
“Oh, Fred,” Wilma said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”
And so he beat on, fists against the granite, borne back ceaselessly into the past