Potato chips
So gloomy I had to resort to desperate measures: sneaking potato chips. Kettle's Mediterranean Three Cheese; they claim it's a vacation in a bag. It's at least a spot of comfort, as long as I can keep them hidden... Kettle Foods even says they welcome ideas for new flavors.
I'd like them to keep a few of the old ones, like honey mustard.
So the Murdoch novel has taken a bizarre plot and character development turn. Mark you, this was published in 1974, but it still has some unique flavors. The British wife of a psychoanalyst just found out her hubby's had a secret second family, mistress and nine year old son, for about a decade. Instead of going nukular, she decides to remain calm, meet the mistress and her kid, and keep the husband. Ah, fiction.
I'd like them to keep a few of the old ones, like honey mustard.
So the Murdoch novel has taken a bizarre plot and character development turn. Mark you, this was published in 1974, but it still has some unique flavors. The British wife of a psychoanalyst just found out her hubby's had a secret second family, mistress and nine year old son, for about a decade. Instead of going nukular, she decides to remain calm, meet the mistress and her kid, and keep the husband. Ah, fiction.
posted by isabelita at 2:49 PM
6 Comments:
Fiction, indeed. What would the 2008 version be like? She kidnaps the kid and goes on the lam. Or, she becomes the lover of the mistress and they move in together and she adopts the kid. Or she stalks the kid and/or the mistress. Or she cleans out the bank accounts, leaves the husband, spends three months in Tibet and writes a bestseller about it.
Well, Ms. Kathyr, the book ain't over yet; not sure what its wind up will be...
Sounds like KathyR has her groundwork laid.
Also - Kettle Chips? All I've seen around here to snack on are broccoli shards and tofu trimmings.
Do we, after all this time, have secrets in our marriage? I mean, secrets that you have?
Ah, potato chips. My favorite snack food of all time. Nothing exotic, just the regular old potato, oil, and salt. Nice and crispy. I have a thing for the chips that fold over during the deep fry. That's my secret.
I like kathyr's ideas. How about the 60s hippie version? They all live on a commune together and write a book about organic gardening and the psycho-social effects of polygyny.
See, Iris Murdoch IS provocative, one way or another...
Perhaps I will give you one of these hypothetical chips, Mr. P...
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