So, yesterday I had what NPR lovingly refers to as a "driveway moment." If you don't speak
nerd NPR then here's the gist: You're listening to NPR in the car and when you get to wherever you're going, you end up sitting in your parked car because the story on the radio is SO incredibly compelling you don't want to get out and miss the end.
The story in question was a review of the book
Weddings of the Times (it was broadcast on yesterday's edition of
All Things Considered), and essentially it's a collection of mock
New York Times-esque wedding announcements. A friend got me hooked on reading Sunday
NYT's weddings section a couple years ago, and now I am shamelessly addicted-- I'm still undecided as to whether or not this makes me a voyeur or a hopeless romantic. And since I'm also a fan of ridiculous satires a la John Hodgman's
The Area's of My Expertise (after writing this I've just realized that Hodgman has written the forward for
Weddings of the Times--am I psychic or what?) this book is either my literary soulmate or my arch nemesis (I'm simultaneously enamored with the concept and incensed that I didn't come up with this idea first).
Here's an excerpt:
Caroline Hanson, Dean Van Wyck
Caroline Hanson was married to Dean Van Wyck on Saturday at the Peach Tree farm in Scarsdale, NY. The bride, 33, wore a strapless white Vera Wang wedding gown.
The bridegroom, 38, wore tight-fitting purple breeches, a white silk shirt, a fox-fur mantle, and a livery collar from which was suspended a diamond the size of a walnut."
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