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"If you look at a map, you will see that the island chain known as the Caribbean, or, to confuse you, the West Indies, lies between Florida and South America and resembles a string of gems or possibly drool." And so begins author Gary Buslik's tale of tropical adventure. Each chapter of this often hilarious and sometimes poignant travelogue recounts another island-hopping, culture-clashing crisis that pits the homesick author against falling coconuts, hospitals that remove wrong organs, insects as big and dangerous as stealth bombers, ticket agents that put him on hold for hours, mysteriously calculated currency exchanges, over-proofed rum, livestock, singing Rastafarians, garbage-bin sex, peanut-crazed children, Idi Amin, flesh-eating monkeys, dentists, cricket, steel drum bands, and the French. Fortunately, even when making fun of his West Indian hosts, the curmudgeonly author's essential good nature and devotion to his wife twinkle through, and in the end his stubborn geocentricity gives way to a heartfelt appreciation of his island hosts.
Price: $14.99
Pages: 256
Publisher: Travelers' Tales
Imprint: Travelers' Tales
Publication Date:
01 April 2009
ISBN: 9781932361728
Format: eBook
"This book is wicked...compulsively readable."
– Travellady.com
"Irreverent travel writing at its twisted best."
– Travel Goods Showcase Magazine
– Travellady.com
"Irreverent travel writing at its twisted best."
– Travel Goods Showcase Magazine
Although his work has appeared in many literary and commercial magazines and has been nominated several times for Pushcart Prizes, and his Caribbean-romp novel The Missionary's Position (Sunny Books, ISBN 0-9665513-0-3) is a favorite of the tourist crowd, Gary Buslik doesn't have the faintest idea how to make an honest living. When writing for travel magazines, he discovered that by tossing around insincere promises he could get hotels and restaurants to give him free room and board to write something nice about them and so managed to forge a virtually useless profession into a rewarding lifestyle.
He also writes novels, short stories, essays and, in case the government should ask any questions, teaches literature and creative writing at the University of Illinois at Chicago—which isn't quite an honest living, but you work with what you have.
He lives in Lake County, Illinois, in a mostly Republican subdivision with streets named after American weapons systems, housewives who don't work, no sidewalks, and a front gate where a guard inspects trunks for subversive literature, such as the Emancipation Proclamation.
He windsurfs and plays softball. He does not play golf. Please do not call him to play golf. That will just irritate him.
He also writes novels, short stories, essays and, in case the government should ask any questions, teaches literature and creative writing at the University of Illinois at Chicago—which isn't quite an honest living, but you work with what you have.
He lives in Lake County, Illinois, in a mostly Republican subdivision with streets named after American weapons systems, housewives who don't work, no sidewalks, and a front gate where a guard inspects trunks for subversive literature, such as the Emancipation Proclamation.
He windsurfs and plays softball. He does not play golf. Please do not call him to play golf. That will just irritate him.