An ass out of you and umption

[mrissa]

Crowded Culver's in the middle of Wisconsin. Table of four guys in their mid-twenties dressed in hunting winter camo and orange jackets, eating burgers and cheese curds and frozen custard. As I stood there propped against a wall waiting for a table to open up, it became clear what they were discussing:

"Like Mirror Dance? I liked that one, with the crazy clone brother."
"No, not Mirror Door, Mirador. It's a place. They're all places, all the titles. Fake word places."
"I just read Melusine."
"Well, you gotta borrow the others. There's this actress...."

I did not jump in to tell them that truepenny had put trains in the last volume, but oh, was I tempted.

Comments

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I don't know, maybe. My closest friend who hunts has a much less fraught relationship with his dad than the one you postulate. They're from up north, and hunting is just a normal thing people do--and a lot of people in the Cities moved down from up north this generation or the one before it. So for my friend there isn't any question of proving anything, there's a question of spending time with his dad and acquiring venison, both of which he favors.

[redbird]

Right.

Despite what some people would like us to think, hunting doesn't have to be a matter of machismo, or proving toughness (though, as a wimp, if someone wanted to take me hunting, I would insist on warmer weather, because otherwise neither of us would enjoy it).