The Cover
Oh look. What fun. We’d noticed that the Amazon page for the Dictionary didn’t have a picture. But now it does. I clicked on the page in an idle moment (okay a lazy moment) to see, and idleness and laziness were rewarded, because there it was. So have a look. And no, that is not a portrait. Everyone I’ve shown the book to says in a surprised manner ‘But you don’t look like that.’ No, that’s true, I don’t. I don’t wear my hair in two bunches on the back upper corners of my head, for one thing. And everything else is different too. There is no resemblance. None. I don’t think the guy looks much like my colleague, either. It’s not a portrait, it’s a cartoon, and the cartoon refers not to the authors but to people who talk the kind of bollocks the Dictionary is full of. It’s a very amusing cartoon, too – once everyone is clear that it’s not a portrait of the authors. See, we’re not silly looking like that, we both look very untrendy without being dorky, very reasonable without being dull, very perfect without being irritating. You know the type – and that’s what we look like. Well I do anyway. The cover is artfully designed in such a way that the names are indeed under the person of the corresponding gender, so that it does in fact look as if the names belong to the silly people immediately above. But they don’t. Those two people have quite different names. Maybe we should name them. Maybe we should have a contest – ‘Name the pseuds on the cover of the Dictionary. First prize: a copy of Of Grammatology. Second prize: five copies of Of Grammatology.‘ Let’s see…hmm…Sandra-Carol Foo-Ko and Ian Butler. Yeah, that’s a start. Your turn.
How about ‘Judith Lucelia Etchegaray’ and ‘Jacques Alain Babha-De Ritta’. Not very clever, I know…but there you have it.
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Did I win? Did I?
(Like Homer Simpson)D-oh!!
Clever enough for the likes of us. You are the winner…at least for the moment. But we’re a fickle lot, so if another we like better comes along, well, that’s how the espresso pours.
How about the one on the left “Crooked”, and the one on the right “Timber”?
(Yes, I know, I need to change the record.)
Well at that rate we could call her Wheel and him Butterfly. Or her Butterfly and him Pinkerton. Or – oh never mind.
Temerety Twaddle and Joshua Brighton