One of my first intellectual curiosities as a reader came as I encountered the early twentieth century. I was nagged by how conspicuously made-up the characters names were, like the authors of that period were trying to universalize some culturally specific persons solely through giving them amplified, improbable names. As time passed I grew accustomed to it, and without noise the early twentieth century became a part of my life--there was nothing weird about it any longer. But every once in a while I hear a rich and ridiculous name and I think of all the things I never read. And too, could he be real? Have I acclimated to strange familiarity so well that I dont know if I could tell a made-up name anymore? And too, I hear a name--a socially conservative Senators or a structuralist literary theorists and I think, with not a noise, it is perfectly normal to have that name: The Viking Portable Lubell Esmyre Deandroth.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 19:04:42 +0000
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