Archives for January 19, 2005

“Magic is directed almost entirely to men, you know. And it’s a return for them to boyhood, childhood. It has nothing to do with women, who hate it–it irritates them. They don’t like to be fooled. And men do.”

Orson Welles (quoted in David Thomson, Rosebud: The Story of Orson Welles)

When you have an unusual last name–in my case, extremely unusual–it’s always startling to stumble across it in print and realize that the party in question isn’t you. This has been happening quite a bit in recent days, so I thought perhaps I should explain that I am not Zephyr Teachout, nor have I had anything to say, in print or out, regarding Daily Kos‘ relationship with the Howard Dean campaign, in which Zephyr played a prominent and widely reported role. Nor will I. Ever. You can count on it. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, visit Zephyr’s blog for details.)

To be sure, I’ve always wanted to meet Zephyr, with whom I exchanged friendly e-mails around the time that her name first started popping up in news reports about the Dean campaign. She’s obviously very smart and very nice, and we concluded that we must be related–I mean, how could two Teachouts not be related? I hope our paths cross someday.

Nevertheless, she’s not me, nor am I her.

Responses to last week’s post on demonstrative reading have been all over the map. Most people I heard from seemed to take for granted the attention-seeking dimension of reading in public and wondered what all my fuss was about. I suppose it’s become a banal observation what with the boom in Starbuck’s-sitting and, of course, the invasion of the bookstore-cafes. More to the point, though, I shied away in my post from admitting just how painfully self-conscious this variety of reading could be when I was younger. Sometimes there was very little turning of pages at all but very much furtive looking up to see whether I’d been noticed. I must have looked ridiculous. Also, on rare occasions I managed to stick myself with a book I really, really didn’t want to read. I drew the line at books in other languages, but New Directions translations could be irresistible. These days I’m unlikely to be seen reading anything very impressive at all, since it’s the Westlakes (but not the Starks, mind you, which are trade paperbacks), John D. MacDonalds, and Reginald Hills that fit best in my purse.

Over at Tingle Alley, Carrie has come up with a few delicious anecdotes about demonstrative reading gone wrong. Herein you’ll find the memorable lament “Oh no, you’re one of those girls who walk around reading Cort