I was rereading Nickel and Dimed last night, as I’ve been asked to give a talk on it in a week and a half (the integrated studies students have read it and I’ve been asked to connect the text to next year’s campus book project, The Geography of Bliss.
Nothing in either text surprised me–I’ve read them both, but I was a bit surprised by my response last night. Reading the text again in this economic climate is very different. Loved ones are being laid off, friends are having problems finding jobs, and my own position is not (yet) secure for next year.
It’s no good when bedtime reading causes anxiety attacks.
