Ode to the Twinklie:
Kilgore Troski Trout
George S Geisinger
Please let me begin my review by observing that I really enjoyed reading this story immensely. Mr Trout uses such rich imagery, as the reader is regularly treated to the utmost lavish language, just as the concept of gluttony implies a treat to the utmost lavish dining experiences. Mr Trout got his point across by setting his proverbial table with all the most delicious words for all the most delectable foods one could possibly imagine. Therefore, the Twinkie. That’s where the author starts.
Mr Trout contrasts these culinary adventures in dining, with all the lingo of subsequent terminology for the myriad of sins of the main players, an Italian family, who were guilty of, who opened up the doors to their home, as well as the doors to their coffer, to an uninitiated young man, who happens to be the narrator as well.
The young narrator has the perspective of the later attitudes toward such lavish foods down pat, throughout the narrative. This added perspective serves the purpose of keeping the perspective of gluttony focused throughout. The reader cannot help but keep in mind what we have lost, in the way of culinary delights, to the codes of “what is healthy,” as is propounded by modern science.
The result is a sort of crescendo, to coin a musical term, which is the reviewer’s choice, not the author’s; nonetheless, this constant increase, or crescendo, in reference to gluttonous foods in the narrative, was effectively maintained throughout the story. The point just naturally grows and grows, while it is obvious that the waste lines of the people involve just grow and grow in like kind.
One’s imagination is uncommonly indulged in reading about the most delectable foods, and their more modern taboo’s in today’s marketplace. One is given a plausible argument for how much we’ve lost because of eating healthy, while sacrificing the very point of eating delicious, well prepared, well selected foods in the first place. We are reminded that we have given up more than we have gained.
Devil-may-care foods, which are served to unsuspecting children, by blissfully ignorant mothers, to drive home the concept that all the health studies, conducted well after the time of the story, were more of a loss to the adventurer in dining, than any asset whatsoever to the person who had done the exploration in the first place. The reviewer reflects that the big scare about getting too many carbs, is so exaggerated and over blown here, to make the basic idea as ridiculous as it really is.
The novelty of dining over the most delectable foods, made from scratch by the most adorable old Italian matron, sets up a veritable orgy of culinary delights for the young narrator, as well as for the reader, to indulge himself in. Mr Trout has no problem maintaining the word pictures of all this food, from the first word of the story to the last.
This was a good read.