The holidays are over at last and I think it will be
recorded as the Gastro Christmas, not
to be confused with anything gastronomical.
My fond memories of Christmas past tend to horrify my daughter, tales of
my father forgetting it was Christmas and flying to Bermuda “on business”, my
brother buying comic books with the tree money, and five sugar-demented
brothers fighting over who got to impale the angel to the top of the tree, only
to attach instead a crayon drawing of an unspeakably pornographic winged
creature, the nature of which was not discovered by my parents until the tree
was taken down a week later. Some people
in the store were so crazy-eyed with stress that they reacted badly to my
little jokes, one fellow screaming at me when I suggested that the cookbook he
was buying would make him fat. Then there was the Moldavian refuge who passed
around his homemade prune-avocado
moonshine and everyone got a rash
We all have our idiosyncrasies, and OK maybe mine are
weirder than most, but I can never look at an author’s picture because if I do,
I can’t read the book. I can’t help it. Last week I had to stop reading a book
I was enjoying when I happened to see the author’s picture and was reminded of a Marketing VP I
once hated and tried to kill at the Christmas party. And who can bear to read
Atwood once you’ve heard her chuttering on the radio or enjoy Robertson Davies
after seeing that Rasputin picture of him. I liked Mordecai Richler’s work
until I met him and discovered he didn’t get the memo about blackheads and nose
hairs. Harlan Coben looks like a smug
programmer and Yann Martel like my suicidal Auntie Ophelia. There are exceptions. J.R.R. Tolkien looks like Gandalf so he’s OK and Mark Twain passes muster because he looks like he’s had a few and isn’t quite sure where he is. Anyway, this year I’ve vowed to read more serious fiction so I don’t have to lie so much when someone asks me about a book.
I had a friend once named Herbert Gastro Snoggins. This makes me think that you should search the web for pictures of the stomachs (abdomen areas) of famous authors and look at those pictures. Then maybe you will be able to read their books again. I find that it is often easier to relate to people while looking at their stomachs than their faces.
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ReplyDeleteWonderful stuff, Pierre. I had many hundreds of books awaiting my optical attention. By checking out the pictures of the authors, I have eliminated 75%. I shall sleep better tonight. Thanks.
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ReplyDeleteI've discovered your blog...i'm not getting any work done. I think I'll have to stop before I get addicted. Martel's quest to get Stephen Harper to read was a close 2nd to Atwood's chuttering.
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