Theroux gets that readers might perceive him as cranky, but he thinks the problem might be with the readers.
Paul Theroux gets older.
His new novel tells the story of Joe Sharkey, an aging North Shore surfer... Sharkey feels acutely that he is being overtaken by younger surfers with big endorsements. For him, surfing was a way of life, an existence centered on catching waves, a commitment to the ocean.
Theroux sees surfing as a metaphor for his own life.... like the surfer past his prime, he is not immune to feeling forgotten, to the sense that the world has become hostile to the pure joy of the waves. There’s a fear of being overlooked, unread.
“I was once a hot shot, I was once the punk,” Theroux said. “And anyone who has once been a punk, eventually you’re older, and you see the turning of the years as it is."
Well, he has had more attention than most; and more wealth and success, too. But there is still a kind of universality to the experience of growing older.
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What other way of human life being arranged does he think would have been better? He should suggest that to God. This seems like resenting the existence of gravity.
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