All over America, the membrane between adulthood and childhood had been eroding, the fantastic and personal melding into one, adult worries receding into a pink childhood haze. I’ve been to parties in Brooklyn where men and women in their mid-thirties would passionately discuss the fine points of “The Little Mermaid” or the travails of their favorite superhero. Deep inside, we all wished to have communion with that tiny red-haired underwater bitch. We all wanted to soar high above the city, take on the earthly powers below, and champion the rights of somebody, anybody…Democracy, it turned out, had the makings of the best Disney cartoon ever made.
Gary Shteyngart, Absurdistan