Saturday, October 20, 2007

A Portrait of Vapidity as a Young Woman

I was at a small bookstore today scanning over the "S" section for Sartre when I noticed a man and his two daughters. I noticed the man specifically because of his fanny pack and khaki shorts -a rarity here in Montréal- and the oldest daughter because of her loud, whiny voice. After the father made a comment to an employee about another bookstore he knew, one that was "hippi-ish like this one" I eavesdropped more intently.

"Honey," the father said to his daughter, "you should read this book." He held up James Joyce, "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man".

"Hmm?"

"Well honey it's very famous and readable."

"Ugh, is it philosophy? Cause I hate philosophy."

The youngest daughter proceeded to knock over a stack of books and then confess that she really had to pee-pee.

6 Comments:

Blogger BC said...

Miss Carmen, I had feared that you had met some sort of untimely demise. Glad you see I was incorrect.

10:30 PM  
Blogger Jason said...

sartre is good. many people kinda outgrow philosophy. many more never get it in the first place.

9:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

yay, Carmen is back!!

imac

9:51 PM  
Anonymous kate said...

um, i read that book in high school... definitely not for a person that tells their father they have to peepee

8:20 AM  
Blogger BC said...

Nothing, Carmen, would make me happier than you returning to your writing ways.

7:36 PM  
Blogger coup said...

i don't much for eavesdropping but sometimes they are just so nutty, i mean like a walnut.

9:30 PM  

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