“What’s in a name? That which we call a turd
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
– Willie “the Snake” Spear
Sorry, I’m totally into my new novel where the “I character” is sarcastic, anachronistic, misquotes writers who haven’t even been born yet, etc.
Anyway, now you’ve met “Bessie,” as she was called in the original version. Another warm, fun character. My sister christened her Clarissa; SusanH added “but called “Issa.” So that’s where she is . . . for now.
As promised, you now get a chance to live on in history (or perhaps infamy) by giving her a new name. You did such an outstanding job with Amos/James–a total of 41 names suggested (culling down to 20 was pretty easy; every discard after that was painful)–that I’m delighted to give you another opportunity.
Clarissa was born in 1970, so there are more name options open–although it was still in backwater, S.C., so the distinctive names for black women that were beginning to appear in the cities were still a few years away. “Sassy, but not cute and not too new-fangled,” the name should suggest.
Incidentally, Bess is the soprano star of Porgy and Bess, my favorite Operetta. “Porgy, I’m your woman now” still gives me goose bumps. But still.
Incidentally, Tuesday was the biggest traffic day for this web site (still hasn’t come close to the other one yet–wonder where all those readers disappeared too?). That was the post on the Medicine Wheel. I’m sure that says something, but I’m not going to speculate on what it is.