The Said Book accompanied me to the writers’ group on Saturday. It was the hit of the day. I passed it around and various fellow writers observed it with awe, fear and contempt.
“I thought it was a myth,” M murmured reverently, stroking its stained and battered cover with gentle fingers.
“Rodale wasn’t evil,” K lectured bewilderedly. “He published one of the first organic cookbooks. Are you sure–” he interrogated sternly, “that this book isn’t a joke?”
“Ha, ha!” expostulated L with hilarity, after opening the book at random. “ ‘Admonished effusively!’ That’s hilarious!”
“It’s disgusting!” R corrected.
“I think it’s funny!” L shot back.
S held up his hand. “No need to argue,” he interposed. “You are both correct.”
R crossed her arms and glared at me. “The book is evil!” she pronounced in a tone of dread.
Seriously, I did take the book to the group, and they have given me a writing assignment; find a passage of dialogue from A Farewell to Arms, and said-book the heck out of it. I think this will be fun! The most difficult part will be footnoting the Said-bookisms I use, since I really should use the book and not make up my own.