Babs is dead.
No great challenge finding today’s ODDassociation. It’s meaninglessness.
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Continuing on yesterday’s subtopic of writing, we bring word the death of John Fowles, author of “The French Lieutenant’s Woman,” a little postmodern
ditty that made him a meaningful amount of money. Also departed is Sheree North, a beautiful and versatile actress, who, among many things, played Kramer’s mother, “Babs,” On oh-so postmodern Seinfeld
. Shed a tear Cosmo
, the “Show about nothing” is no more, and so is mom. What’s a bubble boy?
They never can admit it, but death is a postmodernist’s anathema. Our end is non-ambiguous and not open to interpretation—some may question incidentals, such as associated methods or motives, but never the result.
”I know I have a reputation as a cantankerous man of letters and I don’t try to play it down. A writer more-or-less living on his own, will be persecuted by his readers. They want to see you and talk to you. And they don’t realize that very often that gets on one’s nerves.”
~John Fowles as quoted in “The Guardian.”
You, dear reader, never get on the ODDfellows nerves. We’re all in this together until tedium doth us part.
