Jonni Waffle had a vast Toppings Bar, featuring all kinds of wondrous things laid out in a gaudy pageant of gluttony American-style, freedom served as-you-liked it. A Plexiglass barrier protected the bar from the customers, I swear it was bullet-proof and riot-tested. Is the toppings bar ready for its close up? Let us cue the orchestra as we pan lovingly, lingeringly over the delights in the tiny containers. Fragments of candy bars, chopped up Heath and Mounds, splinters of Snickers, Gummi Bears that we shoved headfirst into vanilla bluffs, M&M’s and Reese’s Pieces, containers of blueberries that wore halos of circling fruit flies.

Colson Whitehead in Sag Harbor, describing the pièce de résistance at his protagonist’s summer job.

His book, Zone One, is out today. I haven’t yet gotten my hands on it so I can’t say for certain, but if the above passage is any indication, I have a feeling he could write about anything (zombies, ice cream toppings, a discarded bottle of Yoo-Hoo) and it’d be an excellent read.