Dear American Airlines

Jonathan Miles (Author)
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Description

Sometimes the planes don't fly on time.

Bennie Ford, a fifty-three-year-old failed poet turned translator, is traveling to his estranged daughter's wedding when his flight is canceled. Stuck with thousands of fuming passengers in the purgatory of O'Hare airport, he watches the clock tick and realizes that he will miss the ceremony. Frustrated, irate, and helpless, Bennie does the only thing he can: he starts to write a letter. But what begins as a hilariously excoriating demand for a refund soon becomes a lament for a life gone awry, for years misspent, talent wasted, and happiness lost. A man both sinned against and sinning, Bennie writes in a voice that is a marvel of lacerating wit, heart-on-sleeve emotion, and wide-ranging erudition, underlined by a consistent groundnote of regret for the actions of a lifetime -- and made all the more urgent by the fading hope that if he can just make it to the wedding, he might have a chance to do something right.

A margarita blend of outrage, wicked humor, vulnerability, intelligence, and regret, Dear American Airlines gives new meaning to the term "airport novel" and announces the emergence of major new talent in American fiction.

Product Details

Price
$13.95
Publisher
Mariner Books
Publish Date
June 02, 2009
Pages
180
Dimensions
5.2 X 0.6 X 7.9 inches | 0.4 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9780547237909
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About the Author

Jonathan Miles is the cocktails columnist for the New York Times and the books columnist for Men's Journal. His work has appeared in GQ, Oxford American, New York Observer, and New York Times Book Review.

Reviews

"[Dear American Airlines] a heartfelt exploration of one man's psychic deterioration and the slim reed of hope to which, miraculously, he still clings...Miles has created a human being adrift, like all of us, in circumstances mostly not of his making and with no other choice but to try to muddle through."

-- David Ulin, Los Angeles Times