Eden's Selenium

An adaptation of the Elia Kazan mod-classic about the 'angst' of wrought but veiled life of 'American' hindsight.

A 'shrewd' fanfiction of East of Eden (James Dean). 

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Amlan Satan moved from Algiers to South Jersey with his divorced-mummy (Esmerelda) and settled into a life of newspaper work while his mother managed the kitchen-culinary labors at an exotic restaurant in their new Homeland (American) town of Voorhees, but somehow had felt that emotion-distance to his mother compounded by that modern immigration-linked 'tinge' of Western hubris.

He'd befriend a nice Chinese-Asian man in that local area of America named Yang, a brilliant computer-scientist who liked making special engineering-graphs for his private-consulting company on Rte.-73 (South Jersey) and realized he'd befriended a nice/ambitious Ivy-man of great sciences-profit 'chess' shrewdness but couldn't confide in his new ethnic-minority 'pal' about his estranged emotions with Esmerelda, but perhaps he'd find that 'touch' of social-media culture 'fun' for cathartic 'shared' commentary on the American cyber-highway(s).

YANG: Wow, you've got a cool house here in Beagle-Club, Satan.

AMLAN: I know that, Yang (thanx); you'll love Esmerelda's cooking (too).

YANG: You refer to 'mother' by her first-name, eh?

AMLAN: Only to my new 'American' pals, Yang (ha, c'mon).

YANG: You strike me as an immigrant with a certain 'chip' on you, Satan!

AMLAN: Maybe you're right...come in (anyways); we'll surf for houses.

YANG: For mummy?

Amlan sat in his brooding posture inside his Voorhees home and thought about his diary-notes about becoming an America's Cup champion, a yacht-racer or something, and he started to realize that his stern/ambitious 'mummy' (Esmerelda) had drawn in him a special 'angst' about what created in him that special yearning for undeniable 'escape' from all that was American/hospitable/veiled, even in this social-media culture of 'flowery' conveniences and photo-shares (hmm).

ESMERELDA: Another sports/toy for your collection, prince Amlan?
SATAN: Sure, mother; it's a Von-Hayes/Donruss trophy of Americans!

ESMERELDA: Your ambition has a vocal-tone of 'undeniable' indulgence(s).

SATAN: You're right, mummy (of course); I'll be 'famous' someday!

ESMERELDA: You need to attend a baseball-game (in-person) to relax.

SATAN: You're right, mummy (of course).

YANG: What did 'Esmerelda' comment about your Donruss prize?
AMLAN: Von-Hayes (no?); well, she frowns upon my child-like smiles.

YANG: Really....maybe you might show her a 'drawn' beauty-image rather.

AMLAN: Good idea, pal; I might do (just) that (ha) --- thanx.

YANG: Good luck, old boy!

ESMERELDA: What happened to your 'pal' in Voorhees (Yang)?
SATAN: I bloody murdered him, Esmerelda.

ESMERELDA: What the hell are your mumbling?
SATAN: You know (of course); I've become the Biblical Cain, Esmerelda.

ESMERELDA: I 'doubt' you'd find anything but 'darkness' in America.

SATAN: I might read Steinbeck in hell/prison (now), mummy (farewell).

ESMERELDA: Capitalism may yield rock...or selenium (wow).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)