Coraghessan Boyle's story 'Greasy Lake' has recently been presented in X. Kennedy's fifth edition of his literature anthology, Literature (along with stories by John Updike, James Joyce, and Katherine Anne Porter), comparisons are bound to occur. They reached the point where they felt like nothing they did was good enough and thus they began to look for extreme ways to fill their boredom. This is thus another common motif in the short story. Symbol for innocence. At one point, the narrator and the other boys go to the greasy lake and mistake a car found there with the car of a person.
Greasy Lake Short Story Full Text Online Version
Download file to see previous pages The book starts out with three teenagers trying to grasp and believe they understand the architectural motifs of becoming a man in 20 century. It is the third day of summer vacation and the three set out with venom coursing through their young veins. All three boys headed to Greasy Lake with the feeling of power, strength and a common belief of invincibility. They are not your typical teenage boys, oh no these boys are bad and they want the world to know it. 'We wore torn-up leather jackets; slouched around with toothpicks in our mouths, sniffed glue...we drank gin and grape juice, Tango, Thunderbird, and Bali Hoi. We were nineteen. We were bad.' They were their own gang with their own initiation, with their own sense of morality as they stopped on the gas pedal up to Greasy Lake. They were dangerous and they knew it but their commitment to self-was about to catch up to them in a destructive and revelatory way. To Greasy Lake with its murky and muddy banks filled with shards of broken glass glistening in the moon's light. Their minds swimming with marijuana and alcohol as they pull into the parking lot only to see two vehicles “the exoskeleton of some gaunt chrome insect, a chopper leaned against its kickstand.” In addition, a, “57 Chevy, mint, metallic blue' No excitement, “expect some junkie halfwit biker and a car freak pumping his girlfriend.” All was lost they thought when they believe they see a friends car. The night is now blossoming fully of promise as they pull in behind the car and begin to honk the horn, flash the lights and yell obscenities like out of an old 50s movie. “For all we know we might even catch a glimpse of some little fox’s tit. And then we could slap backs with red-faced Tony, roughhouse a little, and go on to new heights of adventure and daring.”Greasy Lake Full Text
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