Re: 1999 Nobel Prize in Literature: Gunter Grass
Cecilia A. Baader (cbaader@my-Deja.com)
Fri, 15 Oct 1999 15:53:50 -0700
Well, she doesn't exactly spend her days wandering around in a housecoat with over-deep pockets, but she does like to spend her days going to rummage sales, picking up odds and ends that she's convinced that the family will like.
Last week she bought me a book of poetry by some unknown Russian because I'd rambled a bit one time about how I loved Rilke. She merely confused Germany with Russia, figured the name of the poet was unimportant and voila! She was so excited to give it to me that she called me to come over that evening on my way home from work. My house is littered with gifts like that from her, from the ice-skating ceramic mouse to the three-foot aluminum wall hanging fish. She's finally settled on Literature, and who am I to tell her that Russian poets are not Rilke? A deaf mute wouldn't know the difference.
Sometimes I try to make her read some of the books that she brings home, but she'd rather concentrate on old LaVyrle Spencer. What a gal. I'd send her to buy my horses anyday, old Mum.
Regards,
Cecilia.
(I promise this is my last post today.)
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On Thu, 14 Oct 1999 08:17:00 citycabn wrote:
>How wonderful to have a mother who buys one books labeled "Literature".
>Somehow it has a Salingeresque ring to it!
>--Bruce
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