Man I do not know, interrupting me as I was reading on the train today: "What's your book about?"
Me,
wondering why people interrupt strangers to ask what a book whose title
they don't even know is about when the answer can't possibly have any
more meaning to them than selecting a random ISBN and Googling
it, while I also tried to figure out how long a description someone who
can't actually care wants and whether that description should be
plot-based or thematic, and finally deciding to whittle down Elizabeth
Gaskell's excellent 446-page North and South to one sentence
fragment: "Ummm… Class conflict, gender relations, moral responsibility
vs. the exertion of one's own human rights, how a free market works, and
the right to assert one's independence in mid-1800s England…." (I
suppose I could have gone with the far more interesting-sounding and
equally true "a man and a girl-almost-woman disagree about everything
under the sun, which makes him fall in love with her and makes her hate
him, and 400 pages later after she becomes rich and everyone else in the
book dies, she grows up and falls in love with him, and it's awesome
because their entire relationship is based on having long discussions
where they do nothing but passionately disagree with each other about
politics and world views while always listening respectfully," but
somehow the shorter, boring, admittedly uninviting answer is what came
out.)
Him: "England?"
Me: "Yeah" [still making eye
contact, wondering if this was the end of the conversation and I should
go back to reading or if I was supposed to either say something more or
wait for him to say something]
Him: "Huh"
Me: [slowly and
awkwardly returning to my book, wondering what possible variations in
this dialogue could have produced less uncomfortable results for both of
us]
But then there was the guy I didn't know who interrupted my reading Hatchett with "Hatchett!
That's a blast from the past! Doesn't the poor kid have to go through
that all again in another book, too?" and I wound up having a long,
interesting conversation with him... about the evolution of the English language
and how English is taught in our education system.
The moral of
the story? If you're going to interrupt someone you don't know to ask
about the book they're reading… it might help to have a follow-up
sentence. And if you're on the receiving end of the question about your
book... Well, just hope you're not reading Dickens's The Pickwick Papers.
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