After a fairly average sunset at least hereabouts, welcome to the start of Week 4!
Last week thanks for the rich thread, packed with references to Secret Hitler (a “social deduction” game), the adventures of a mischievous pool toy, some frustrations with J.A.K’s POV, reflections on what White Noise would be like in the 2020s, and a reminder that airborne dangers and face masks require no updating to fit the times.
Extra thanks to Xian who created a fab family tree I love so much I had it turned into a back tattoo. Which really doesn’t help me much now that I think of it. Dag.

I’m still really enjoying the read, underlining scads of sentences. Murray upsets me. The dude is everywhere. And the camp felt like some dream I probably had last night. (“You were there, Dr. Vitz. And you were there too, Computillo.”)
The image that’s stuck with me for a few days is the horror of the Airborne Toxic Event coming into view, like The Blob sliding down main street. Taking on all comers, like King Kong beating its breast while metal birds and spotlights circle round.
I was waiting for the ATE to start to speak. I wondered, what would I do if Climate Change walked into a bar (Trout Fishing-style) and ordered a drink I despise?
And then happily, I think, they were back in town and we all had a moment to reflect on the snow. To frown at Murray. To maybe think a little about being “assigned death” (to borrow Maggie’s excellent phrase from the comments). And to get ready for the next leg of our journey.
This week: Let’s meet up at the bottom of page 219 aka the end of Chapter 30, where we’ll take “a last look at the sky and start walking down the hill.”
Say pally, how’s this work again? Finish on time, comment each week, and stay in the hunt for a free “I Survived the White Noise Meander” magnet. Oh, and in case you were wondering: This is the post for comments on Chapters 23-30.
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