Still no closer to a title for the book, although I am thinking about it an awful lot – whenever I have a spare moment, in fact. Often I forget that not everyone is as fixated about the subject as I am. This can throw up some interesting discussions, when only one party to the conversation is particpating with the benefit of any context. By way of example, may I offer up Exhibit A. Absolutely true story, this.[Scene: driving home from family dinner out on Friday night.]
Me: (thinking about the title of my book, singers, songs, etc.) What do you think of minstrel?
Wife: (looking at me oddly) Pardon?
Me: What do you think? Of the word minstrel? To use in the title.
Wife: (glancing at children in back of car) Minstrel? Really?
Me: I don’t quite know how it would work yet. Tell me the first thing that comes into your head when you hear the word.
Wife: Can’t this wait until later?
Me: It’s not a trick question. What’s the first word that comes into your head?
Wife: (sighing) Cycle.
Me: (puzzled) Really? Cycle? (Trying to picture a chorus of men onstage) Unicycle or bicycle?
Wife: I really don’t want to talk about this right now.[We drive in silence for a while.]
Me: (trying not to sound hurt) I just thought, you know, that with all the singing, minstrel seemed appropriate. Like Nanki-Poo in the Mikado.[Long pause.]
Wife: I’m sorry. I thought you said menstrual.