Reviewing Shteyngart’s brilliant “O.K., Glass” (The New Yorker, August 5, 2013), I said it was “close to perfection” (see here). His marvelous “Time Out” is perfection – perfect as that Nomos Minimatik Champagner beating warmly against his wrist.
Thursday, March 23, 2017
March 20, 2017, Issue
Gary Shteyngart’s “Time Out,” in this week’s issue, is pure
bliss. It’s classified as “Personal History,” but it’s also a terrific
reporting piece on the world of Watch Idiot Savants (W.I.S.). Shteyngart
attends a secret meeting of a W.I.S. group called Redbar (“I missed out on the
culmination of the evening, when all the watches were piled up for an Instagram
photo with the hashtag #sexpile, but as I wandered into the autumn night my Nomos
beat warmly against my wrist”), visits the Nomos workshop in Glashütt, Germany
(“I observed with special delight as a watchmaker inserted a balance wheel into
a new watch, and it came to life for the first time”), shops for a waterproof
watch at Wempe’s on Fifth Avenue [“I was served an espresso and a Lindt
chocolate by a young man who also presented me with a Tudor Heritage Black Bay
36, a glowing black-dial water-resistant watch bearing the famous ‘snowflake’
hour hand of Tudor (a sister company of Rolex)”], and talks with numerous watch
geeks, including Ben Clymer, founder of the website Hodinkee (“Clymer is
preternaturally calm and sumptuously bearded, a self-described ‘old soul,’ who
ticks as reliably as a chronometer granted the all-important Geneva Seal”).
“Time Out” brims with inspired lines:
If you want a watch that looks like a Russian oligarch just
curled up around your wrist and died, you might be interested in the latest
model of Rolex’s Sky-Dweller.
I lay in bed practicing what I might say about “perlage,”
“three-quarter plates,” and the rare lapis-lazuli dials on some seventies Rolex
Datejusts.
Glashütte does not have so much as a proper restaurant,
although every Tuesday a chicken man comes with a truck full of roasting birds,
and pensioners dutifully line up as if the Berlin Wall had never fallen.
Reviewing Shteyngart’s brilliant “O.K., Glass” (The New Yorker, August 5, 2013), I said it was “close to perfection” (see here). His marvelous “Time Out” is perfection – perfect as that Nomos Minimatik Champagner beating warmly against his wrist.
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