Tag Archives: Americanness

Blending In Again

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Apr. × ’10
“What is it that made them so American?” my friend asked on the phone. “Well,” I hesitated, “I don’t know…they played volleyball shirtless on the beach?  They had this cheery, earnest quality spiked by a pip sort of sarcasm?  Their clothes?  The way the intonation of their sentences always so definitively went down at the end [...]
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