Would Michiko Kakutani Like a Double Chocolate with Sprinkles from the Whippi Dip?
I love Lorrie Moore's work and am pleased that her novel, A Gate at the Stairs (Alfred A. Knopf, 2009), received a positive review in today's New York Times from the eminence grise herself, Michiko Kakutaki. But I wonder if Ms. Kakutani could be more condescending toward the "emotionally reticent" among us who live out here in "flyover country," as she calls it.
I say this as someone who lives in a Midwestern town too small to even have a Dairy Queen--the culinary destination which Ms. Kakutani considers the very apex of the Heartland experience. Instead of Dairy Queen, we have Miss Lisa's, and two miles down the road, The Whippi Dip. Once a week in the summer, I fire up the John Deere, load the kids in the hay wagon, and head to the Whippi Dip for a double chocolate with sprinkles.
Normally, we try to be home before dark. But once in a while, we go a little crazy, just to see the bright lights.
Please note--waffle cones are not permitted west of the Delaware Water Gap; so if that's your pleasure, bring your own.
You can read the review, here.