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From Neal Pollack, acclaimed author of Alternadad and The Neal Pollack Anthology of American Literature, comes Stretch: The Unlikely Making of a Yoga Dude. Here is the hilarious but true account of an overweight, balding, skeptical guy who undergoes a miraculous transformation into a healthy, blissful, obsessively dedicated yoga fiend....

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  • Scott Collins
    2018-11-01 01:46

    Neal Pollack calls himself a comic writer. Which sounds better than "fitfully amusing lightweight writer," although that's probably closer to the truth. There are hardly any chuckles here, and even few smiles, given the subject and its potential (whether you practice yoga or not, there IS something funny about contorting yourself into odd shapes in a warm, dark room with a bunch of strangers). But the book moves along agreeably enough, as the 40-something author (a sometime McSweeney's contributor who briefly touches on his falling-out with mastermind Dave Eggers) learns how to do downward dog and other asanas in his journey from sarcastic, out-of-shape schlub to sarcastic, somewhat more fit yogi. There's some padding along the way - his trips to yoga retreats get kind of repetitive - and you'll just have to take his word for it that yoga changed him emotionally, because he seems to adopt the same comic detachment at the end as at the start. But "Stretch" is not a bad read, especially if you're into the subject, and at least he never takes himself too seriously - a yoga hazard, as anyone who's listened to an anusara teacher drone on can attest. So namaste, Neal - the light in us honors your light little book.

  • Damon
    2018-10-23 03:45

    This was... It wasn't bad? But it... just wasn't that good. Pollack seems like a dick, which is sort of the point. But, between reveling in being a dick, and talking about how yoga made him less of a dick, it seemed like there should be... a book, of some kind? Mostly, this is a general chronological list of things that happened, mostly related to yoga. I think it's maybe meant to show a ... progression? Spiritual development and growth, a life enhanced by the practice? But mostly, it seems like he just kind of stays an unhealthy dick. His physical condition, often commented on, doesn't seem that much improved after the years of practice, and the "best self" he's searching for seems... maybe somewhat closer at hand, but not really realized?I don't know - I don't want to criticize someone else's journey. But, I guess I can criticize the book about it? It's just not that interesting - maybe if I knew or cared more about yoga culture. I was hoping for a more personal account, of how this affected his life, at a time when some personal enlightenment might benefit me? But, that's not so much what's found here.

  • NerdGirlBlogger
    2018-11-15 04:50

    Stretch: The Unlikely Making of a Yoga Dude is a sautéed mixture of booze, bitterness, balding hairlines, and the fat and aging body of a failed punk rocker/writer. Neal Pollack has simmered his story with pop culture, marijuana, family and various yoga tales to make a beautiful, flavorful, hot and luscious tale of one man’s pursuit of happiness. I’m no punk rocker (but oh, how I love the music!) or yoga geek, but I am an aging, balding (due to Hypothyroidism, not that you could tell) and slightly bitter woman with a lot of heath issues whose been told to look into yoga a number of times. I’m no dude, but more than one person I’m more of a dude than any chick they know. So I can relate to what was going through, in a way.I'm also giving away 3 copies of this book on my blog.Contest ends 1/26/11 at midnight, EST.http://thegirlfromtheghetto.wordpress...

  • Pam
    2018-11-18 22:50

    Although there WERE times here that I laughed...AND LAUGHED out loud, and I liked his review of much of yoga, I got quite tired of Neal Pollack being 'witty' and I just did not 'groove' onto his drug habit. I actually didn't like the guy although I gather he's likable. I guess you have to know him to like him. Yoga-wise, however, I liked the book enough. At first i thought I recommend it as a 'good read' but knowing my reading friends as I do...nah. Just one of my goofy, curious eBook choices from the library.

  • Michelle
    2018-11-13 20:47

    I enjoyed the book far more than I thought I would. The book is a quick, engrossing read. Although I've had the book since November, I just started reading it because I wasn't sure I'd like it. So many of the reviews on Amazon wrote things that made it unappealing. However, once I started reading it, I found I couldn't put it down easily. It kept me up too late several nights in a row, making me a tired worker bee for several days.This is a yoga memoir, and it's a funny one. I will always pick funny and light over serious and heavy. It's just how I am. I really enjoyed "Yoga Bitch," and the tone of this is somewhat similar. In its tone, it's sincere. For those, like me, who might have been put off by some of the reviews on Amazon, give this a chance if you really like yoga. This author is still "in love" with yoga. He knows that yoga can bring profound change into one's life, but he has witnessed the commercialism of yoga in America. I really enjoyed this, but I really wish the author had not gone into detail the way he did about flatulence, posterior smells, and stomach contents being released in a most unpleasant way. I had to skim quickly over those parts. Gross, gross, gross. If I could give 3 1/2 stars instead of 3 or 4 I would. I'm giving it four because it is a good book, but good grief, "Grow up, dude!" You'll find a wider audience if you'll stop with the juvenile humor.

  • Frank
    2018-11-09 00:43

    Hilarious and unexpectedly moving book about a self-described "doughy 35ish white man" with skinny arms and a huge dose of self-pity named Neal Pollack -- he of a few momentarily fame-lofted books in the 20-aughts -- and his somewhat accidental stumbling into practicing yoga and finding a better place in his life. It's not really a memoir, not really a self-help book, most definitely NOT a how-to book on yoga practice, and there are a few too many excursions into chapters that read like padded versions of articles that Pollack wrote for Yoga Journal on various kooky and/or finger-pointy aspects of Western yoga and its absurdities. But in the end it's a great book to read -- nothing too heavy, to be sure, but that's just what I needed right now, at a time in my own life when I need to get back to yoga after leaving it on the back burner for way too long. And in that respect, the book succeeded -- and it was also fun to read, full of well-observed touches and a few annoying self-important ones as well.

  • Flissy
    2018-11-20 23:58

    OK, I confess, I totally was in tears laughing about Neal Pollack farting in yoga. I think I was expecting the whole book to be that hilarious (uh.. am I secretly a 12 year old boy?) but it turns out to be not only a very funny account of Pollack's own yoga experience, but also a very thoughtful and accurate account of contemporary yoga culture peppered with highlights in yoga history and philosophy. Highly recommended reading for yoga scenesters.

  • Elizabeth
    2018-10-22 02:53

    My hit or miss practice of yoga enhances my life and gives me a "value-added" quality of life. So this title intrigued me. The book chronicles seven years in the life of Pollack, from his first yoga class to the point when he is actually teaching a class himself. In the meantime, he literally travels the world to try out different classes and practices. The voice of the book sometimes was annoying since the author is a knob (which he freely admits). But I was glad I stuck with it because some very important points were made. Namely, yoga is great and the majority of people doing it are trying to improve themselves and/or become enlightened. I am giving myself a personal challenge to be more routine about my practice myself after reading the book. (I am a decade older than when Pollack ended the book at 40 and was considering that "old"!) Maybe I don't like Pollack's "knobbishness" (a word? maybe not, but you get what I mean) because I recognize that trait in myself. Ha ha. I rarely admit it it in writing, though. Ha ha. Ah yes, the ego, lots of good discussion about that in this book, too!

  • Lynn
    2018-10-28 21:37

    I picked this up as a 99-cent eBook, so I figured I didn't have much to lose. Overall it's an enjoyable, light read, and I appreciated the author's point-of-view. I don't practice yoga but it intrigues me, certain aspects of it seem quite worthwhile but I feel like there's a lot of wacky stuff there too. The author makes a point to try to wade through the strange to find the gems of wisdom that are most relevant to him. Starting off, it was hard to care about the author because his recap of his previous behavior made him an unsympathetic character and he came off like a smug jerk. But he is objective enough to realize some of his personal shortcomings and sees yoga as a path to redemption.I felt the end came rather abruptly. There's no real climax in this book, it just kind of meanders on until it ends. I think I was waiting for some kind of conclusion where he would summarize his experience and what he's learned. It just seemed unfinished.Also, I think he must have the world's most patient wife.

  • Kay
    2018-10-31 04:47

    Neal Pollack and I don't speak the same language. He's a forty-year-old, baseball loving pothead and I'm a twenty something, bookish vegan. This made Stretch an odd read for me. (I don't think I understood more than one of his references. The one I did get referred to a Beck song. Mellow Gold is bridging the generation gap!) However, we share a love of yoga, and Pollack provides a great intro to yoga culture in the West.This isn't a how-to guide or a self help book, making it valuable for new and old yogis. You'll enjoy Pollack's wit, as he gently censure those more concerned with traipsing around in their lululemon pants than with finding enlightenment. The book fails when Pollack describes his quest to find his "best self". Jumping from describing pre-class bong hits and in-class boners to interpreting yogic philosophy seems a bit phony. All in all, this was a good read.

  • Melody
    2018-11-10 23:55

    What an odd little book this is! Pollack is one of the ironically detached McSweeney's era writers, and it's really something to watch him struggle with his hipness and try to express some deep spiritual awakening. Ultimately, the ironic hipster dude gets the upper hand, and one's left wondering about what the transformation from stoner non-yoga guy to stoner yoga guy actually felt like. There aren't many clues here, just the evidence that his life is drastically different at the end, and not just because he can bend in new ways. He is still stoned all the time, which state of mind was so lovingly dwelt upon it made me a little nostalgic for the wildly baked days of my youth. 2.5 stars, I think.

  • Anthony
    2018-11-15 22:50

    A decent read if you're a dude who is kinda into yoga. Laugh out loud funny in some parts but very whiny and long-winded in others. Somehow it balances out to a fairly enjoyable read that isn't going to blow yr. mind but is worth the effort. OK, effort is the wrong word. The literary equivalent of an affordable slice of vegetarian pizza.

  • Rainey
    2018-11-07 22:38

    This book is hilarious and educational at the same time. I think its becoming a favourite. I am halfway done but had to write a comment. I was so sad when the book was over. I wanted more. Great Read.

  • Denise
    2018-11-10 02:58

    Hilarious memoir, a fun read for all yogis!

  • Katie
    2018-11-05 23:38

    If you are curious why I get up at the crack of ass to practice yoga, this book explains my reasons without too much of the woo woo talk.

  • Daniel Wise
    2018-11-03 01:57

    Just hilarious. I likely would never have gone to Yoga teacher training had I not read this book. So nice to see someone poke fun of modern yoga culture, yet still come away with some benefit.

  • Elizabeth
    2018-11-07 23:41

    Neal Pollack is a yoga dude. He keeps telling us so. He took a lot of yoga classes in California - often when stoned, which made me wonder, can a person really do that? He's also a funny man; he keeps telling us that, too. He covered yoga events for "Yoga Journal", crowing because it meant he could get into events for free."Who the fuck does that teacher think she is?" he shouts, as he storms out of class shouting because he disliked her talk on vegetarian eating. He says often how hairy, smelly, sweaty, pained and farty he is during yoga classes. There are many instances of vomiting. He wears his cynicism like a badge. He's contemptuous (or jealous of) the rich who do yoga in expensive clothes in elegant studios, but rolls his eyes at the neo-hippies in the cheaper end. His wife calls him 'asswipe'. Affectionately, I hope.I really wondered why this man was into yoga, and how long it was going to take before it *took*. I expected a climax where he would at last view the world with a kinder eye - and we get that, more or less, when he goes to a retreat in Thailand taught by his favourite teacher, Richard Freeman. I'm not sure why Freeman was his favourite, or whether this was actuallyto Freeman's credit. He learns much, and feels enlightened, but he can't quite decpher his notes on his teacher's words of wisdom... and continues to drink and do drugs at the retreat. When a woman says to him, "So many teachers... it's about their own ego... It just perpetuates a cycle of misery," Pollack says:"It's not like a disagreed with her, entirely, but she could have looked me in the eye when she said that. Shut the fuck up, you pompous Buddhist automaton, I wanted to say. But I didn't, because it just would have led to more suffering."Which made me think that Pollack still hasn't got the point. He remains judgmental of everyone and everything. The closest he gets to earning my sympathy at a moment of friendship with his bartender:"I thought again, "Wait, what if this is yoga, or at least part of yoga? But that thought seemed too sincere to me, so instead I said, 'Nah, yoga's boring. Let's have a drink."The book ends on a cliffhanger, as Pollack is about to teach his first yoga class, though he has never trained to teach. He calls it Club Sutra, and prepares for it with a mantra: "I'm going to fail, I'm going to fail, I'm going to fail." Just as he's starting, the book ends. Is he planning a sequel?I did enjoy the pop-culture explanation of the California yoga scene and its history, as viewed through Pollack's eyes. Most of the yoga celebrities and teachers he talks about are people I've never heard of, and many of his cultural references were way over my head, along with some of the jokes. I kept making notes to look up people and yoga references.I enjoyed reading this, if only in horrified fascination.

  • Sarah
    2018-11-20 00:49

    It's winter and wimpy me is not in the least interested in riding my bicycle to work. As this is virtually my only exercise, I thought I would take a yoga class. But this would have entailed the further irritation of lactation complications and so I did what I always do. I got books about it, instead.I was looking for a home study course, but I noticed Pollack's memoir as well. I'd read Alternadad when I was pregnant (or thinking about it) and I really liked this mess of a man who went around in such a haze of befuddlement and neuroses while still obviously being functional enough to WRITE A BOOK. This is more functional than I will ever be though I never take a puff of weed, a pill of Xanax, or a fifth of Dodgers baseball.Well, needless to say, the actual yoga book got tossed aside fairly quickly. All this "consciousness" business is tiresome to me. I have to have a concrete noun thrown in every once in a while or you're going to lose me. This is why I also find academia insufferable at times.But Pollack was spellbinding. Here is a man no one would ever suspect would find himself enthralled by something so . . . trendy. The book is a memoir and so you see the yoga world through his eyes, and they are the kind think most people would be familiar with. When he is delighted, it is natural for you to be delighted. But even more so when he is disgusted or disappointed or shocked. How is this possible that such a relatably dysfunctional man should be capable of doing something so utterly helpful to his own life?And then, standing in the shower where I was most definitely not hiding from my husband and child, it came to me. Pollack is a man who is capable of obsession. Everything from fantasy baseball to indie music to pot. He has passions in his life. Most of them are pretty dumb passions, but that's not important. He has it within him to experience a thing with his whole heart despite his constant claims of cynicism.I, on the other hand, have decided that most things, like flesh, are grass. Get too involved with something and when it dies, you will grieve. When you forget it, you will regret it. So I've taken the unfortunate tactic of choosing not to like much and to like what I do like at arm's length.Anyway, the point is that while I don't seem capable of harboring an abiding passion for Science Fiction Franchise or Celebrity Of The Day or Musical Act or Series of Books or Enlightening Hobby, it's dang entertaining to read about those who can.

  • Allie
    2018-11-06 02:58

    I enjoyed this book tremdously. Neal Pollack starts as a self-indulgent jerk and then starts on a road to developing his best self. Somewhere along the line he describes his yoga journey in a few words to a friend, and as a short blurb it sounds sort of lame. But it is a really earnest journey to change and open himself up through yoga. God this sounds hippy dippy already, but I swear it's better than that. He starts as a fat slob and now he teaches yoga! And he's funny!I think this is a really good read for people who love yoga, but sometimes think yoga culture is a little wacky. I am definitely on board with a lot of it when I practice, but it's not my whole life. I can apply a lot of the principles respectfully and earnestly, without taking myself and yoga too seriously. Likewise Neal Pollack still smokes weed, eats meat, and cracks wise, but he also leads a very purposeful life guided by yoga. I merely crack wise, but he seems like exactly the kind of person with whom I would want to practice. This book really takes a fun turn when he starts writing for Yoga Journal. Before then he had confined himself to realitively inexpensive yoga places he felt comfortable, extremely proximate to his neighborhood. Once he starts writing, he has the opportunity to go to a ton of other types of yoga classes, in a variety of styles. Not all of it is for him, but he brings his snark and pranayama with him. He dabbles in musical yoga (classes with a live DJ?!?), a Bikram yoga competition, and eventually gets to attend a conference in San Francisco. For him (and for most) constantly thinking about his best self is a guiding principle.Another reason I really responded to this because Pollack and I both love ashtanga yoga. I very clearly remember the feeling of doing the prinary series for the first time with Fred in Rarotonga. It was incredible and so challenging. Reading about his experiences in astanga classes and particularly his teacher training with Richard Freeman (who sounds awesome and so weird!) really brought many memories of my classes and practice. I feel so much better when I'm doing yoga, and this really lit a fire under my butt to get back into it.

  • Hollowspine
    2018-11-19 21:52

    Although I hadn't read Pollack's previous novels I recognized him as a McSweeny's alum and with that knowledge knew that this was the kind of memoir I would appreciate. That coupled with the fact that I knew next to nothing about yoga made this a very interesting read for me. I come away from it with a new respect for yoga, which I had assumed was nothing more than an exercise regiment for people who liked eastern inspired motivational posters.Reading this book I both deepened my knowledge and my respect of yoga. It hit somewhat close to home as well. Like Pollack I started doing Tae Kwon Do just as something to do, not thinking that it would be life changing or even that I would go very far in it, and yet it was and I did eventually earn my first degree black belt. However, unlike Pollack I didn't meet any life-long friends or mentors. Unfortunately after having it in my life for so long, I became disillusioned once I felt that I was teaching more than learning and each class was more and more about achieving the next rank rather than building friendships, knowledge of forms and techniques and developing both body and mind.For a long time after I quit, nothing seemed quite right, and it is still a hole in my life. I'm not sure if yoga could fill it (I have a thing for ninjas), but after reading about Neal's experiences it certainly is a possibility. I would encourage anyone who has an interest in yoga or even in martial arts to pick up this book. There is more to both yoga and martial arts than being flexible and in shape and this book is an eye opener.

  • Andrea
    2018-11-01 00:59

    Cynical hipster humor writer Pollack was one of the original McSweeney's crew and the author of the high-concept early-2000s book The Neal Pollack Anthology of American Literature: The Collected Writings of Neal Pollack. Angry, bratty, and "doughy," he ends up sort of accidentally falling in love with yoga during an early midlife crisis (he was 35)... only to really, truly get a lot out of it! This is his story. It's honest, accessible, and even (dare I say it?) tender at times. It's also self-deprecating, weed-soaked, and sometimes so laugh-out-loud hilarious there's no way I'd read it on MUNI! The thing is, he doesn't just try one style of yoga, get really into it, and become a changed man overnight. Instead, he tries a bunch of different styles, gets his ass kicked by most of them, and eventually gets some super-seriously awesome insight from one of the most Zen yogis around, Richard Freeman. His take on massive yoga events like the Yoga Journal Conference in San Francisco and Wanderlust is utterly spot-on. He calls it as he sees it, commenting on what so many overly serious California/NYC yogis would admit to but would never say out loud! **A MUST-READ if you are a Yoga Geek!!** That said, it is NOT just a book for yoga geeks, nor for dudes, nor for cynical hipsters! Just a plain old totally entertaining book.

  • Sara Habein
    2018-11-14 01:43

    Pollack details his yogic journey from skepticism to borderline evangelism with a great sense of humor, and like the best "sport" memoirs do, he makes it interesting to a person who has no idea what asanas are.He finds himself searching for the right kind of practice and right kind of teacher that best suit his personality. For one thing, Pollack's still a stoner and a bit of pessimist, so anything too touchy-feely, straight edge, or activist has him rolling up his mat and searching elsewhere. Still, he takes the time to talk about the different practices offered by so many different teachers explaining some of the history and terminology of that particular yoga flavor. He tries out everything from the super-hot Bikram to political Jivamukti to his preferred lower-key methods, hatha and ashtanga.Stretch is a fun, informative journey to contentment, complete with a side of holistic questions. Yoga, Neal discovers, is not about desiring more "things" in your life — stature, wealth, and the like — but rather finding contentment in the now.(Full review can be found at Glorified Love Letters.)

  • Joemmama
    2018-10-29 01:40

    Neal Pollack was a bad boy L.A. writer who was on a path of self destruction. Drinking too much, after a little success, spreading insults, generally misbehaving, he alienated his friends and colleagues. He was willing to try almost anything to get his life back on track. Enter Yoga-Out of shape, and not really motivated yet, Neal struggled as he tried to master the positions. To his great surprise, he actually felt better. He took more and more classes, becoming rather fanatical about his new activity. (His family and friends were not sure where this was leading, but liked the kinder, gentler Neal.)While I was reading in a Readathon, his story told of a Yogathon, which just cracked me up. I felt his pain!Funny and touching, Neal writes about his success, and failures, as he finds himself wanting to become a Yoga instructor. (much to his wifes chagrin)I really liked this story!! Neal Pollack is a terrific writer and funny as all get out.I received this book from Erica at Harper Perennial for review. Thank you so much!

  • Carmen
    2018-10-22 02:38

    This book had such potential, but Neal Pollack is a fairly unlikable guy. He knows this and tells you straight up, but I still thought there would be something redeemable after making it through the whole book. He seems to be on a quest for self improvement, but every conversation with his wife is a declaration of what he plans to do with or without her (which I found kind of gross). In addition, he spends 80% of the book telling you how broke his family is and how he's trying to get yoga classes on the cheap since they have no money but then follows that with how much pot he has to buy. The constant pot smoking also bothered me because it was a complete distraction. I think it was supposed to make him more approachable or funny, but I found it added nothing (and wasn't funny.) It received two stars because I enjoyed the yoga stuff.

  • Will Cowen
    2018-11-04 20:48

    While engaging to read, there comes a point toward the end where Pollack tips his hand in such a way that paints the entire book as an artifact of the same yoga culture he critiques -- a cynical yoga product to make another yoga buck. That may be more or less the meta-joke behind this often hilarious and fun book.However, I'm not sure that level of cynicism was the intent, as the author makes a few seemingly genuine attempts to present the story as an arc wherein yoga helps him find something he thought he lost in himself. And to be honest there are a several moments when he shows that he either understands or directly experienced something genuinely profound, and he presents these insights very clearly. But at the end of the day he is both his best self and his worst self, and the result is pretty unspectacular, if enjoyable to follow.

  • Morninglight Mama
    2018-10-27 20:37

    Sorry, Neal. In the opening pages, you had me laughing, and I pictured you as a guy that would fit right in with my group of couple/parent friends. The beginning of the book was balanced between personal introspection and relatable interactions with your wife, and an interesting pursuit of a "better you" through yoga. But... as I kept going, I laughed much less and began to edge you out of my group of friends, because as you apparently felt you were going deeper and becoming more introspective, you kinda became an ass. Suddenly, there were no more interactions with your wife beyond her telling you to eff off, and you became a person intent on two personal highs, one at the hand of a yogi and the other from pot. And both got really damn boring to read about.

  • Kirsty (alkalinekiwi)
    2018-11-14 23:57

    I picked this up from a book exchange somewhere as it looked entertaining and yoga is one of those things I have always considered doing but since I can't fold my legs to sit on the floor properly I figured it was out of my reach. At the start of the book I didn't think much of the author (though even he admits this) so reading about his transformation through yoga was encouraging and entertaining. By the end I was cheering him on, wondering how his first yoga class as a teacher would go and since he did why can't I give myself a kick in the butt to try new things?I'll keep an eye out for his other books.

  • Karen
    2018-11-09 23:35

    I tried to read this several years ago and gave up after the first few pages. "This Neal Pollack is a cynical smartass. I'm done." Says the cynical smartass.Fast forward a few years and a mention of the book on a yoga blog. I gave it another shot and am very glad I did. Pollack is a smartass, but he's got as least as much heart as cynicism and he's a good writer. And he's funny, sometimes funny as hell. His journey from "doughy" to yogi, writing for Yoga Journal, and beginning to teach yoga was a good read indeed; I didn't want to put the book down. Well done, Mr. Pollack, and thank you.

  • Amber
    2018-11-07 22:56

    I fell in love with this book within the first thirty pages. From his first classes with teachers that obviously shouldn't have been teaching, to his absolutely unrelenting descriptions of his struggles and insecurities I was totally drawn in. I loved seeing how someone so cynical and grumpy could grow so much from a yoga practice, and Pollack does a lovely job of describing his own growth without being high and mighty. To me, yoga is a highly sacred thing, and this book describes that. It also addresses the pretentiousness that is so commonly found in the yoga scene with complete honesty and as a result is hilarious. I highly suggest it to just about anyone with a sense of humor.

  • George Ilsley
    2018-11-02 03:49

    I have no idea who this guy is, or was, or why anyone cares. He is certainly annoying, but somewhat redeems himself by emphasizing how annoying he can be. I can't imagine how his wife puts up with him (unless she is a comparable piece of work, which he generously avoids detailing). In terms of yoga content? I was often confused by the sanskrit. If he says chattaronga, what do you envisage? At times the book seemed addressed to those who know a lot about yoga -- or at least made a pretense of doing so. I take yoga classes in a yoga obsessed city, and I see very little of what Pollack encountered. Perhaps I should fart louder in class.