ABSTRACT
Lewis' image is both big and small. Indeed, that is obvious. The plucked Turkey is bigger than the oil pump. He uses things we understand in America, Thanksgiving and oil. In the case of somewhere unfamiliar with the concept of Thanksgiving, it would be a duck or chicken and oil. Oil prices, leases, and futures are suddenly conflated with the idolized and idealized holiday when the Pilgrims and Native Americans were breaking bread and, supposedly Turkeys. The continental colonization is old news, the pregnant woman redundant, the gay parade overkill, and the hippy parent in camo pants with the intercultural adopted child par for the course. Not to speak of a rare holiday, albeit one that enjoys some notoriety about being more prominently dysfunctional than other ones. Love is the only currency with no stock market fluctuation. Love is vaunted as most powerful force in the universe. Love is experience that puts people voluntarily in their graves and dooms empires.
