Belonging
After taking the surfing lesson with the Saint, Heller writes, “We walked up the sidewalk crowded with spring break tourists and young surfers carrying boards and I felt like a king. I belonged. All the surf kitsch--the surfboards in the windows of beachwear stores, the boards hanging over the fronts of restaurants, the surf-scene prints on the shirts of the passing visitors--I saw it all and thought, Yeah, that’s the culture everybody wants to be a part of. My culture. Cuz I’m a surfer now” (37). What is it that makes Heller feel like he belongs to this culture? Do you agree that he truly belongs as a member of the surfing culture at this point in the book? Why or why not?