Reading:
Word Freak
Watching: photography
Moving:
walked 7 miles |
22 September 2002: Weekend
Today we slept late, me less so and reading Word Freak from
within the cozy bed. We finally got out of the house at noon, walking
downtown to the art museum,
whose photography exhibit is closing next Saturday. I'd seen it twice
already, but RDC hadn't and I wanted to see it with him.
(Boy howdy, am I going to miss being able to go the museum during my
lunch hour. Saturdays are free, so it's maybe more crowded than Sundays,
plus it was the penultimate weekend.)
Afterward we walked down to the Market, where I had my usual basil penne
and RDC shrimp salad on sourdough, then we shared a disappointing thing
that called itself a torte but was yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
Then we walked home: maybe seven miles altogether. A lovely fall day.
Then we spent the evening at the dining table with laptops, not playing
boat downstairs. RDC did whatever he did and I backed up my files and
played Scrabble against myself (I'm reading Word Freak) and we
listened to NPR online.
I shouldn't be disappointed in the contents of Stefan Fatsis's Word
Freak, whose very title describes a person, not a game, and whose
subtitle mentions heartbreak, triumph, genius, and obsession without an
iota about strategy or technique. It's an ethnography about the author
as much as about his human subjects and much more than it is about the
game. Strategy is probably too technical a subject for a reader who hasn't
memorized word lists.
(Now it's Sunday morning. New York Times, tea, still no orange
juice, it's not 50 degrees outside 2.5 hours after sunrise, and though
it's not actually cold in the house, it feels cold. So I said, "Brrrr!
It's cold in here! There must be some clover in the atmosphere!"
which proves, as if the situation needed more proof, that my online habit
has warped my brain. Or it could be that I have just read about Fatsis's
desperate two opening moves in one game, BRR and then "hooking"
an R for BRRR.
Also, the other day I asked to borrow someone's stapler, excusing myself
thusly: "Dingoes ate my stapler.")
My game, OMFB.
RDC decided the most pathetic thing about the players is that when they
say "nice rack," they're referring to the tray of seven letters.
He was probably shocked into saying this because he has never heard me
utter that phrase before. I used RDC's Merriam-Webster's Ninth New Collegiate,
because my tenth was allll the way down in my study.
Then I very happily packed up the game.
Meanwhile we were listening to a March 2002 "Talk of the Nation"
about the 100
top fictional characters of the 20th century. When RDC told me the
topic I argh'd, asked who'd compiled it, and snickered again, because
I have no high opinion of Book magazine. Before he read me the
list I guessed some: Atticus Finch, Jake Barnes, Benjy Compson, Scarlett
O'Hara.
When I realized that Talk of the Nation meant audience participation,
I tossed out names based on the Modern Library readers'
list of the 100 best books of the century: Howard Roark, I predicted;
and Nick Andros from The Stand; and whoever from Stranger
in a Strange Land. RDC reminded me it was NPR, and he was right:
callers suggested Howard Roark, Harry Potter, Nancy Drew, Sam Gamgee,
Atticus Finch, Scarlett O'Hara.
- Jay Gatsby, The Great Gatsby, F. Scott
Fitzgerald, 1925
- Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye,
J.D. Salinger, 1951
- Humbert Humbert, Lolita, Vladimir
Nabokov, 1955
- Leopold Bloom, Ulysses, James Joyce, 1922
- Rabbit Angstrom, Rabbit, Run, John Updike, 1960
- Sherlock Holmes, The Hound of the Baskervilles, Sir Arthur
Conan Doyle, 1902
- Atticus Finch, To
Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee, 1960
- Molly Bloom, Ulysses, James Joyce, 1922
- Stephen Dedalus, Portrait
of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce, 1916
- Lily Bart, The House of Mirth, Edith
Wharton, 1905
- Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany's,
Truman Capote, 1958
- Gregor Samsa, The Metamorphosis, Franz
Kafka, 1915
At this point I yelled loudly. If this list, whose criteria I
didn't know, included non-English-language books, there ought to be
a large proportion of non-English characters. Don't those furriners
write books too?
- The Invisible Man, Invisible Man,
Ralph Ellison, 1952
- Lolita, Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov,
1955
- Aureliano Buendia, One Hundred Years of
Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, 1967
I like José Arcadia, the patriarch. Or Melquíades.
Two non-English.
- Clarissa Dalloway, Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia
Woolf, 1925
- Ignatius Reilly, A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole,
1980
- George Smiley, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, John LeCarré,
1974
- Mrs. Ramsay, To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf, 1927
- Bigger Thomas, Native
Son, Richard Wright, 1940
- Nick Adams, "In Our Time," Ernest Hemingway, 1925
- Yossarian, Catch-22, Joseph Heller,
1961
- Scarlett O'Hara, Gone With the Wind, Margaret
Mitchell, 1936
- Scout Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper
Lee, 1960
- Philip Marlowe, The Big Sleep, Raymond Chandler, 1939
- Kurtz, Heart of Darkness,
Joseph Conrad, 1902
- Stevens, The Remains of the Day, Kazuo
Ishiguro, 1989
I sighed happily.
- Cosimo Piovasco di Rondo, The Baron in the Trees, Italo Calvino,
1957
Three.
- Winnie the Pooh, Winnie
the Pooh, A.A. Milne, 1926
- Oskar Matzerath, The Tin Drum, Gunter
Grass, 1959
Four
- Hazel Motes, "Wise Blood," Flannery O'Connor, 1952
- Alex Portnoy, Portnoy's Complaint, Philip Roth, 1969
- Binx Bolling, The Moviegoer, Walker Percy, 1961*
- Sebastian Flyte, Brideshead
Revisited, Evelyn Waugh, 1945
- Jeeves, "My Man Jeeves," P.G. Wodehouse, 1919
- Eugene Henderson, Henderson the Rain King, Saul Bellow,
1959*
- Marcel, Remembrance of Things Past, Marcel Proust, 1913-1927
Five
- Toad, The Wind in
the Willows, Kenneth Grahame, 1908
I love Ratty and Toad's car-driving and being arrested
always made me sad, but I have to agree he's the more memorable.
- The Cat in the Hat, The Cat in the Hat,
Dr. Seuss, 1955
- Peter Pan, The Little White Bird,
J.M. Barrie, 1902
- Augustus McCrae, Lonesome Dove, Larry McMurtry, 1985
- Sam Spade, The Maltese Falcon, Dashiell
Hammett, 1930
- Judge Holden, Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy, 1985
He'd better be some damn memorable to be here instead of Alejandra's
grandmother.
- Willie Stark, All the King's Men, Robert Penn Warren, 1946
Haitch gave this to me for my birthday. Last year. I suck.
- Stephen Maturin, Master and Commander, Patrick O'Brian,
1969
- The Little Prince, The
Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, 1943
Six
- Santiago, The Old Man and the Sea,
Ernest Hemingway, 1952
- Jean Brodie, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie,
Muriel Spark, 1961
- The Whiskey Priest, The Power and the Glory, Graham Greene,
1940
- Neddy Merrill, The Swimmer, John Cheever, 1964
- Sula Peace, Sula,
Toni Morrison, 1973
- Meursault, The Stranger, Albert Camus,
1942
Seven
- Jake Barnes, The Sun Also Rises, Ernest
Hemingway, 1926
- Phoebe Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye,
J.D. Salinger, 1951
If my hypothetical dog weren't named after my library, I'd name
it after her instead.
- Janie Crawford, Their Eyes Were Watching God,
Zora Neale Hurston, 1937
One of the reasons Jane is among my favorite names.
- Ántonia Shimerda, My Ántonia,
Willa Cather, 1918
- Grendel, Grendel, John Gardner, 1971
- Gulley Jimson, The Horse's Mouth, Joyce Cary, 1944
Neither of us has ever heard of this book or author.
- Big Brother, 1984, George Orwell, 1949
- Tom Ripley, The Talented Mr. Ripley, Patricia Highsmith,
1955
- Seymour Glass, Nine Stories, J.D. Salinger,
1953
- Dean Moriarty, On the Road, Jack Kerouac,
1957
- Charlotte, Charlotte's Web, E.B. White,
1952
- T.S. Garp, The World According to Garp,
John Irving, 1978
- Nick and Nora Charles, The Thin Man, Dashiell Hammett, 1934
Is this one person?
- James Bond, Casino Royale, Ian Fleming, 1953
- Mr. Bridge, Mrs. Bridge, Evan S. Connell, 1959
- Geoffrey Firmin, Under the Volcano, Malcolm Lowry, 1947*
- Benjy, The Sound and the
Fury, William Faulkner, 1929
- Charles Kinbote, Pale Fire, Vladimir Nabokov,
1962
- Mary Katherine Blackwood, We Have Always Lived in the Castle,
Shirley Jackson, 1962
- Charles Ryder, Brideshead
Revisited, Evelyn Waugh, 1945
- Claudine, Claudine at School, Colette, 1900
Eight, though I count 1900 as belonging to the 19th century.
- Florentino Ariza, Love in the Time of Cholera,
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, 1985
Nine
- George Follansbee Babbitt,
Babbitt, Sinclair Lewis, 1922
Memorable? Hardly. Memorably tedious.
- Christopher Tietjens, Parade's End, Ford Madox Ford, 1924-28*
- Frankie Addams, "The
Member of the Wedding," Carson McCullers, 1946
- The Dog of Tears, Blindness, José
Saramago, 1995
Ten, I'm guessing. Yes, it's Portugese and available in English. Neither
of us had heard of book or author either and it sounds really good.
- Tarzan, Tarzan of the Apes, Edgar Rice Burroughs, 1914
- Nathan Zuckerman, My Life As a Man, Philip Roth, 1979
- Arthur "Boo"
Radley, To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee, 1960
- Henry Chinaski, Post Office, Charles Bukowski, 1971
- Joseph K., The Trial, Franz Kafka, 1925
Eleven
- Yuri Zhivago, Dr. Zhivago, Boris Pasternak,
1957
Twelve
- Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's
Stone, J.K. Rowling, 1998
- Hana, The English Patient, Michael
Ondaatje, 1992
- Margaret Schlegel, Howards End, E.M.
Forster, 1910
- Jim Dixon, Lucky Jim, Kingsley Amis, 1954
- Maurice Bendrix, The End of the Affair, Graham Greene, 1951
- Lennie Small, Of Mice and Men, John
Steinbeck, 1937
- Mr. Biswas, A House for Mr. Biswas, V.S. Naipaul, 1961*
- Alden Pyle, The Quiet American, Graham Greene, 1955
- Kimball "Kim" O'Hara, Kim, Rudyard Kipling, 1901
- Newland Archer, The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton,
1920
- Clyde Griffiths, An American Tragedy, Theodore Dreiser,
1925
- Eeyore, Winnie the Pooh, A.A. Milne,
1926
- Quentin Compson, The Sound and the Fury,
William Faulkner, 1929
Which one?
- Charlie Marlow, Heart of Darkness,
Joseph Conrad, 1902
- Celie, The Color Purple, Alice Walker,
1982
- Augie March, The Adventures of Augie March, Saul Bellow 1953*
* Albatross from the Modern
Library list. Some others from that list might not be starred, e.g.
Ulysses or American Tragedy--the former because I look
forward to reading it and the latter because I look forward to never reading
it.
Bigwig. Samuel Hamilton. Tock. Owen Meany. Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle. Sunny
Baudelaire. Donald "Sully" Sullivan. Iorek Byrnison.
Another gorgeous day. A late start meant no Golden Gate Canyon, but we
strolled here and there, picked up groceries including orange juice (clearly
my life's blood), and I might have found a denim skirt. We saw a Lexus
SUV being valet-parked at Whole Foods whose license plate read MY LEXXY.
We were near enough a Build-a-Bear store that we saw several people with
that store's boxes. With, presumably, bears smothering to death inside.
That's a minor reason I don't like that store. The major reason is the
whole Frankensteinian, God-playing bit. I suppose I prefer to see my bears
sprung whole in a parthenogenesis kind of way on a shelf. I don't want
to see bear bits. Or eyeless faces. Maybe the store doesn't have such
monstrosities, but I will never venture into one to find out yea or nay.
RDC liked that store. I raised an eyebrow, because he's never been in
(or near). He said if he ever built a bear, he'd use...badger bits, and
penguin parts, and oddments of otters. I supplied the consonance, but
he's the one with the sicko mind. Also he says he'd call it Adam, but
he wasn't thinking of Genesis or Shelley but of Buffy.
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Oh cool. I'm watching "The Yoko Factor," and I'm here to tell
you that Angel and Riley fighting is not nearly as sexy as Buffy and Faith
fighting. |