how do you get this thing to work down here?
Sorry, and sorry if it's you, reading this: but imagine my joy on discovering that someone has arrived at Baroque Mansions on a Google search for "milan kundera interview james joyce".
This reminds me of one day in the seventies when my Uncle Pete was accosted by some man in the street in New York. The man rushed up to him and shook him earnestly (as it were) by the hand, saying over and over again how he was my uncle's biggest fan. Now, my uncle was a successful painter but not the kind with a random fan base. (He was a tall man of, shall we say, rather distinguished proportions, with frizzy white hair and a beard, and he always wore Levi's overalls with a blue chambray work shirt and one of those large denim jackets, the kind with the corduroy collar and the flannel lining. He had only one hand. And he had very piercing dark eyes with bushy eyebrows, and a large hook nose.) Anyway, the man suddenly said, "I've read everything you've ever written, Mr Hemingway! Tell me, when is your next book coming out?" The man asked for an autograph, and my uncle kindly gave him one. "Ernest Hemingway," he wrote.
The sad thing is that, although the House of Pseud would have been greatly enriched by an interview (no doubt conducted in French) between Milan Kundera and James Joyce, until we get the funding structure in place for the ability to raise the dead (I'm developing a pilot around Leonardo di Cap - I mean da Vinci - remember, to kickstart our new Renaissance), it ain't gonna happen.
It's a lovely thought, though.








6 comments:
I'm going to be uncharacteristically charitable. Perhaps your visitor was looking for an interview with Milan Kundera in which he refers to James Joyce?
Your tale about your uncle reminds of P.G. Wodehouse's story about sitting next to an extremely enthusiastic fan at dinner. It turned out she thought he was Edgar Wallace.
Damn you, Ben. Why do you have to choose THIS moment to start thinking of rational explanations?
However, I do hope your baby stops vomiting soon.
Or perhaps he had Kundera confused with Italo Svevo, with whom Joyce was friends. (It's the All Those Foreigners' Names Sound Alike principle.) Or maybe he thought Kundera was your uncle. (Or is that Bob?)
Must be something to do with the old Joyce in Trieste photo..? I liked that one, natch :) S
Ah, Simon, I thought that might be you! See, I didn't know your middle name... yes, well maybe that was it. I love that picture too.
This reminds me of a gentleman my father used to go fishing with on Block Island, RI, named John George. Now, Dr. George was a forestry professor at Penn State and looked and sounded exactly like John Wayne. I am not kidding about this - except he had a small speech impediment (well, John Wayne did, sort of also), but it was more of the Tom Brocaw sort of speech. Anyway, he told us a story once how he and his family were in London at a restaurant eating and he was accosted by a man who insisted that he was Dr. George's biggest fan, had seen every movie he had ever made and his favorite was "The Searchers". With the rest of the family sniggering into their napkins, Dr. George obligingly gave him an autograph (Best Wishes, John Wayne) - I'm not sure if he called him "Pilgrim".
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