Get this.
Amongst the exhibits in the Dublin Writer’s Museum are not one but two hairslides which are stated as having been owned (but not necessarily used by) Mary Levin.
Is that tenuous?
I thought so.
I stood in front of the exhibit for a few moments, screwing with my own head.
What, I wondered, might my left-overs be – when I’m long gone but almost remembered for the ground-breaking work captured by my difficult but brilliant second novel?
A used condom of the brand I once favoured? A box of a a certain brand of veggie sausages? An old, battered, almost-empty tube of KY jelly?
I shook those idle thoughts from my head and moved on to the next exhibit.
It tells me that Jonathan Swift (1667 – 1745) the author of Gulliver’s Travels, made his name as a ‘wit and conversationalist in the London coffee houses along with his friends who included the Irish playwright William Congreve’.
What, I wondered, is the 21st century equivalent of the 17th Century London coffee house?
Thoughts, gang?
B.
The Interwebs, obviously.
And it would be Brennig Jones made his name as a wit and conversationalist in the world of fine blogs, along with his friends who included the Welsh soon-to-be-a-famous-playwright Genevieve Jones.
(You can replace Ginny by ‘a soon-to-cure-cancer researcher going under the (somewhat dubious) alias of Citronella.’)