Pgs: 129-148

In this section I read about a man named Norman Baker. It was odd, in my opinion, because the whole chapter was made up and had no basis. It was all about this guy driving around a lake imagining he was telling a story. However, I did find what I think is a [MIXED METAPHOR]. O'Brien says that the town doesn't know shit. After that the focus is returned to Baker and it says, “ He knew shit. It was his specialty. The smell, in particular, but also the numerous varieties of texture and taste. Someday he'd give a lecture on the topic. Put on a suit and tie and stand up in the front of the Kiwanis club and tell the fuckers about all the wonderful shit he knew. Pass out samples, maybe.” (138-9) This metaphor kind of loses me at some points. At first he is talking literally about shit even though before with the town he was just implying the town didn't know anything. I think, however, that at some point he begins to talk about how Norman Baker knew a lot and therefore he is not talking literally about shit again. Despite this shift he still goes back to talking about physical properties of shit that kind of cause the metaphor to become jumbled.