More Amos Oz, A Tale of Love and Darkness. We’re reading it aloud, and it is almost impossible to speak it in anything other than a faux Catskills accent:
In America… people dig for gold, hold up mail trains, stampede herds of cattle across endless plains, and whoever kills the most Indians ends up getting the girl. That was the America we saw at the Edison Cinema: the pretty girl was the prize for the best shooter. What one did with such a prize I had not the faintest idea. If they had shown us in those films an America where the man who shot the most girls was rewarded with a good-looking Indian, I would simply have believed that that was the way it was.
--Amos Oz, A Tale of Love and Darkness 17 (2004)
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