My memory of the book may not be accurate, but Hector seemed to have a less happy-go-lucky search for happiness and his relationships were a lot more strained than this trailer would lead you to believe, but that’s the movies.
I’ll see it.
I uploaded my 2011 playlist for the novel it’s based on to 8tracks. Check it out.
The terminal seems busy for a weekday. A crowd mills around the conveyor belt: a sunburned family in flip-flops; several imparient men in suits; two baby-faced soldiers in desert camouflage; a woman shouting Spanish into a cell phone. Where, Dolly wonders, is everyone going? Years ago people stayed put: you found a job and kept it, bought a house and kept it. There were meals to cook and children to raise, and in this way, years passed. Those who did otherwise-the unsavory characters, the criminals and misfits-were easy to spot, back when men got regular haircuts and shaved daily. Now they seem to be everywhere.
From Sublimation by Jennifer Haigh (this year’s selection for One City One Story)
It was a problem that was becoming increasingly common. Distribution of synthetic hue was strictly controlled by National Color and could be earned only in a single way: by the collection of scrap color for recycling into raw pigment. It was said that a ton of red tosh might yield about a gallon of univisual pigment—enough to keep three hundred roses at full color for six months or, at halfhue, a year. Some villages spent their every light-hour collecting scrap color, even to the detriment of basic food production. Color, and the enjoyment thereof, was everything.
Already?” grunted my father when I nudged him awake. He got up, pulled our bags from the luggage rack and laid them in the corridor before turning to me. “Eddie, how long have we been father and son?”“As long as I can remember.