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I'm one of the co-authors of Point of Hopes, Point of Dreams, and The Armor of Light (which, contrary to some reviews is NOT a Points novel). Proud member of CoastLine SF, Piscataqua Obedience Club, and admin for Horseboard.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Who do you pretend to be?

No, sorry, that is not as risque a question as it sounds. I just finished reading Martin Dugard's book, Chasing Lance (about Lance Armstrong and his 7th Tour de France victory). It was a very enjoyable book, and if you're a fan of Armstrong's (trying not to "Lance" him here...), you'll probably like it.

Something that hit me though, and that is when Dugard parts from his colleague and companion during the Tour, Austin:

When we said good-bye in Paris we didn't know quite how to say good-bye. It's one thing to spend ten days riding in a car with a guy, talking about your wife and kids and the quality of the morning run. It's entirely different to make the decision to either shake hands or do the buddy hug. We did neither. He filed his story; I filed mine, and then we walked down the Left Bank at midnight and pretended, like all the other post-Tour tourists, that we were Hemingway.

Men, maybe. Especially American men who find themselves on the Left Bank at midnight. But that caused me to wonder -- who do women writers pretend to be, on the Left Bank or anywhere else?


Anonymous Don Sakers said...

Me, if I were on the Left Bank, I'd pretend to be Gertrude Stein.

4:46 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

Well, you would, Blanche.

1:31 PM  

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