Thursday, May 19, 2011

My Ancient Life: Articles I Ripped Out of The New Yorker, 6--Fred Flintstone as Seen by an English Major

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
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2006/05/15/060515sh_shouts


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.”


Willllll-maaaa!

And so he beat on, fists against the granite, borne back ceaselessly into the past