![]() ![]() Kids were always needing a Band-Aid, pink skin splitting like summer fruit.” It sounds normal, even banal, and it is. As they drive out past the Long Island suburbs - lower class, working class, middle-middle class, then the nether reaches of the rich - the narrator of their story documents with archaeological precision the litter on the floor of Clay’s car, the accumulated detritus of the age of convenience: oats from granola bars, a subscription insert from the New Yorker, “a twisted tissue, ossified with snot, that wisp of white plastic peeled from the back of a Band-Aid who knew when. Married 16 years, Clay and Amanda are hyper-vigilant New Yorkers, acutely aware of the class signs - clothes, cars, schools, neighborhoods - that help them navigate an impossibly complex city. ![]() Archie, 15, is in the full flush of adolescence, and Rose, 13, is not quite there yet, still a young girl in her parents’ minds. Amanda is an account director at a marketing firm. ![]() If you buy books linked on our site, The Times may earn a commission from, whose fees support independent bookstores.Ĭlay and Amanda and Archie and Rose are on vacation, escaping August in Brooklyn for a retreat, found on the Internet, that promises they will “leave the world behind.” Clay is a professor at City College. ![]()
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