Mystery actor

[Click for a larger if not more helpful view.]

I couldn’t resist. But I’m guessing that someone will know who’s under wraps here. Leave your answer in the comments. I’ll drop a hint if one is needed.

Here’s a hint before I head out for a walk: when the bandages come off, he’ll have a new life and the face of a famous actor.

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All is now revealed in the comments, with a link to a screenshot without bandages.

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Today’s Nancy

In today’s Nancy, repurposed Halloween decorations. I wonder if the rainbow is meaningful.

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About last night

In Illinois: we have a Democratic governor, lieutenant governor, attorney general, &c. Voters approved a constitutional amendment guaranteeing workers the right to organize and bargain collectively. (No thanks to downstate voters there.) Two friends of ours were reelected to the county board (the only Democrats). And we still have Mary Miller to disgrace us on the national stage (though her pal Lauren Boebert may be on her way out).

The national news last night was good, at least better than many people expected. Elaine and I stayed up late enough to hear John Fetterman speak. This morning I noticed a tweet from Asha Rangappa:

Maybe the GOP will realize that Trump getting indicted and going to jail may not be a bad thing.

And with Letitia James and Kathy Hochul reelected, there’d be no pardon to await in New York State.

Carrying a torch

From the latest installment of Heather Cox Richardson’s Letters from an American, posted thirty-three minutes ago:

I just got a text from a Gen Z voter in Michigan who has been in line to vote for more than an hour and predicts he will be there hours more. He has no intention of leaving. If there is an obvious story from today with results still unknown, it is this: a new generation is picking up the torch of our democracy.

Dialogue and the comma

At CMOS Shop Talk, Carol Sallers asked, “Is a Comma Needed to Introduce Dialogue?” And she answered, “Yes, at least sometimes.”

I will happily admit that this question of punctuation has always baffled me, and I’ve done my best — and will continue to do my best — to avoid having to face it. But I’m saving the link for future reference.

Two sentences Sallers wonders about:

Kat set the painting on the windowsill, muttering “One more to go.”

Kat set the painting on the windowsill, muttering, “One more to go.”

And she concludes — rightly, I’d say — that either way is fine.

When I taught writing, I would have called the second comma in that sentence a comma of seasoning. Put it in? Fine. Leave it out? Fine. Your call. Just be sure not to skimp on the garlic.

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A new Swann in Love

From Pushkin Press, Swann in Love, translated by Lucy Raitz and billed by the publisher as “the perfect introduction to one of the world’s great novelists.” The Washington Post has a review (caution: it’s all spoilers).

I dunno: I’d think of “Combray,” the first section of Swann’s Way, as the perfect introduction to Proust. After all, it’s the beginning to the novel, and it gives the reader the madeleine, which to my mind is all one needs to want to keep going.

Here is the first paragraph of “Un amour de Swann,” as translated by Raitz and by Lydia Davis:

[Lucy Raitz, 2022.]

[Lydia Davis, 2004.]

And the original:

[Marcel Proust, 1913.]

What do you notice?

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[I’ve omitted note numbers for Planté, Rubinstein, and Potain from both translations.]

No FOXES

The New York Times now as a Wordle editor, Tracy Bennett. And the game will have a Times-made word list and a new rule: no -es or -s plural forms of three- or four-letter words. Thus no FOXES, only CACTI, GEESE, &c.

QAnon conjecture

Elaine noted that we don’t see as many tabloid psychics as we once did. Where have all the psychics gone?

It occurred to me that they’ve been replaced by QAnon, which allows everyone to tell the future. And the bizarre celebrity content that’s become part of QAnon fabulism — JFK Jr., Dale Earnhardt, Michael Jackson, Robin Williams, all spotted or expected in Dealey Plaza last November — adds a strong tabloid flavor to the political lunacy. Remember Elvis sightings?

I have neither the time nor the interest to pursue this conjecture. But I think it’s plausible.

California fail

As the Mike Love–John McLaughlin–Charles Lloyd version ran through my head yesterday, I realized that I’ve always misunderstood “California Girls.”

I’ve always thought that the singer dreams the impossible dream that girls from all regions, in all their variety, could somehow be found in California — east coast girls, southern girls, midwest farmers’ daughters, northern girls. But no: what the singer really wants is for girls everywhere to look and be like the girls of California. He’s been all over the world and “seen all kinda girls,” but he couldn’t wait to get back to “the cutest girls in the world” — those of his home state.

And that is so dumb. And I am so dumb.

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[On the original recording Mike Love does indeed sing “I seen all kinda girls.”]

Got twine?

[4701 New Utrecht Avenue, Boro Park, Brooklyn, c. 1939–1941. From the NYC Municipal Archives Collections. Click either image for a much larger view.]

I continue to wander the streets of a lost city. Just call me the Ghost of Brooklyn Past.

Here, under the El tracks, is the Culver Paper Co., named perhaps after the Culver Line? I was drawn to this storefront by the attention its signage gives to the most humble goods. To the left: PAPER TWINE. To the right: PAPER BAGS TWINE SUNDRIES. TOYS and HOUSE FURNISHING (also to the right) take us into pricier territory. I would guess that PARTY GOODS (above the door) would cost somewhere between bags and furnishing.

Back in a certain day, twine was everywhere, securing packages and furnishing little loops by which to hang up, say, a dustpan or flyswatter on a kitchen door. But when did you last see a store announce itself as a purveryor of twine? Or, for that matter, of sundries? O dowdy world, that had such storefronts in’t.

Today 4701 houses a silver repair service. I doubt that anyone would leave a carriage outside while dropping off the silver, though the carriage in the photograph looks as if it might be holding merchandise, not a waiting baby.

The long-gone candy store in the second photograph is a bonus. We can head there now for imaginary ice cream.

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