Friday, 27 December 2013
LOVE, NINA by Nina Stibbe
Here she is on Brighton: "Arriving at railway station is good. It's downhill into town and you feel energetic, striding down to the sea front - as opposed to an uphill work at the start of a place. But then, before you get anywhere charming, you're surrounded by WH Smith and Boots and people wanting a haircut and you might as well be in Loughbough. Beach disappointing and the whole place pleased with itself for no reason." Totally accurate assessment.
Very enjoyably, there is much talk about language in the family she works for:
AB: This is tasty.
MK: Do you have to say tasty?
AB: It is tasty.
MK: I'm not denying it, but there's no need to say tasty.
I like this. While I don't have a big problem with the word tasty, I definitely don't like the word meal. And particularly I can't bear a hearty meal. A tasty meal is also pretty bad, now I come to think of it. I am glad to see others also dislike common words and aren't shy to control their acquaintances' usage of them.
A charming and strangely comforting short read.