Cutter and Bone

From "Cutter and Bone," an early passage which helps introduce us to Bone and, in passing, a theme of the book.

"As he crossed the street and entered the parking lot, he could almost feel the woman's eyes on his back, their cloying outrage following him every step of the way. He halfway expected her to call out his name again, but gratefully all he heard was the surf breaking lightly on the beach, that and a kind of chant rising from a group of hippies sitting in lotus position around a driftwood fire. Why couldn't they be singing? he wondered. Why couldn't it be laughter and hot dogs instead of prayer beads and theological posturing, weird amalgams of fire worship and Zen? Christ, he hated California, or at least this coastal strip of it, this crowded stage where America kept trying out the future and promptly closing it, never letting it open for long on Main Street. And yet Bone could not bring himself to leave. It was like loving the meanest, gaudiest whore in the house. You got what you deserved."

The passage illustrates somewhat less subtly than usual the social judgments at work in the book, and the compromised position from which the judgments are made. It also states the subject of the story: just desserts.