'our pleasures are corralled into tightly-confined and designated spaces, with warning posters festooned on every wall'
Finally someone else understands my sheer eye popping rage at warning signs. I can't bear them glinting off walls like little swastikas. I am convinced that warning signs are turning us into idiots. It's certainly causing some highly adolescent behaviour on my part. In years to come it will be established that some important part of the brain dies every time one's eye alights on a sign stating the bloody obvious.
The rest of this fine rant nails the nannying 'something must be done crowd perfectly. Well done Mr Eugenides. I too, am so fucking angry. The last paragraph is a joy to read. Go and read it before someone slaps a health warning on it.