Know-vember: Miss Wendy

You knew she would be here: the Patsy to my Edina, she of the big hair, former Elf-Queen (and survivor of many a medieval play), southern gal supreme, Mechademia Submissions editor, connoisseur of Jack Daniels and hostess of the Rosh Hashanah Ragin’ Kegger and Toga Parties — Miss Wendy! I am so happy to know that Miss Wendy will be in Ireland after Xmas and this island nation will never be the same again if we have anything to say about it. Wendy reminded me that we were together last New Year’s Eve, too, when I visited her in the home of Faulkner. Ringing in another year — where will we be in another year’s time?! Who can say? 🙂

1. What’s the first thing you do upon waking in the morning?

Well, this morning I cursed out Pumpkin, my cat, who decided to howl, run laps around the house, and play with what I thought was not a noisy toy at 5:00 this morning (two hours before my alarm). Most mornings, I open a coffee can, savor the smell of the grinds, and make a very strong cup of coffee.

2. What’s a song you might be persuaded to dance to?

I am not averse to dancing and have danced to many songs in my life — some of which I am not proud. I can always be persuaded to dance to a Ramones song.

3. Where in the world do you live?

In my mind, in my house, in the city of Oxford, Mississippi, in the Southern United States, in North America, in the West, on Earth, third planet out.

4. What’s a great night out for you?

Dinner at a restaurant in the Latin Quarter, Paris; off-Broadway play in New York; moonlight trip in a rowboat on the Vltava in Prague; and finally late night karaoke with my friends in Tokyo. (I’ve done three of four. Any one of them would be a wonderful night out).

5. What’s a great night in?

Martinis and kung fu movie marathon.

6. If you were offered an all expenses paid trip anywhere in the world, where would you go?

A year in Tokyo; or birdwatching in Costa Rica.

7. What book do you wish everyone would read so you could talk about it?

Haruki Murakami’s Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World; or his short stories The Elephant Vanishes.

8. What movie makes you cry?

These are movies that I like to cry to. They are the ones that I believe have earned my tears. I cry at other movies but either the quality of the cry is not transcendent or the stupid movie has manipulated my tears. Here’s a list of the good cries: Akira Kurosawa’s Ikiru; Isao Takahata’s Grave of the Fireflies; Mike Newell’s Enchanted April (a happy, melancholy cry); James L. Brooks’ Terms of Endearment (I know, a classic tear-jerker, but darnit, both Debra Winger and Shirley Maclaine are just too good); I’m sure there are classic Hollywood films I am missing here. Kate will send me a list, I’m sure — yes, I know Dark Victory [Ed: “Did the sun go behind the clouds?”.

9. What makes you laugh?

This sums up my sense of humor. It’s a cartoon from the New Yorker. I can’t find the link but I’ll describe it. A clown is sitting at a table in an outdoor cafe. He’s holding a balloon and a tear trickles down his cheek. A woman stands at the table, looking like she’s about to walk away. She says “If you must know, he makes me laugh.” It’s the balloon that gets me. I never get tired of it.

10. Are there fairies at the bottom of your garden?

Nope. Cats ate them. 

 Be seeing you, Miss Wendy — can’t wait!