…and turn to page 173. Near the bottom you will see a reference made to a certain Hyacinth Girl, April Gavaza, and her consistently brilliant commentary, as noted for posterity by Mark Steyn.
Oh crap. My mom’s going to kill me. I promised her no more swearing, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to count “jackass” as a swear word. That’s right, at 34 I still get a gentle talking-to about my potty mouth. My father cringes and my mother tells me that I’m too smart to swear, and now my trash mouth is preserved for all time in Mark Steyn’s latest, After America.
A lot more people read Steyn than read my blog, although the quality of work is comparable. I guess he’s just prettier than me.
After returning from the CrossFit Games last night — Annie Thorisdottir! Kristan Clever, the cutest thing in board shorts! — I started reading After America. It’s very, very good, kids. I managed to get through the prologue before I fell asleep on the couch. (Not the book’s fault; it was well after midnight before I even got home.) I’m looking forward to snuggling up with it this evening after I chase the iguana back into her cage and do the dishes. (What a charmed life I lead.)
Being the lit nerd snob I am, Steyn appeals to me because he manages to elevate political/social commentary to something more, and he begins the prologue with lines from Byron’s Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. (I have a beat up but quite old copy of that on my bookshelf. While this has no bearing on, well, anything, I like mentioning it because I got it for 10¢ at a library fire sale. Ok, that last bit isn’t true, but I like calling it a “library fire sale.” It sounds so Third Reich. It was actually just a charity used book sale.) I let out a little squeal of excitement when I opened the book and saw Byron’s words staring at me. (Don’t words stare at you?) So you could say it begins on a high note.
And if I know Steyn, (I don’t want to brag), it only gets better. I’ll keep you updated on my progress through the book.