Here it is the 4th of July, and I'm wondering what you all are doing--sailing from Cape Cod to Martha's Vineyard? Seeing a play on Broadway, listening to opera or grilling on the grill you use every two years or so? Listening to NPR or watching fireworks at Woodlawn Lake? Watching the parade, swimming, eating out with friends, quilting on the porch, hot-rodding, or answering the messages you posted on a dating site? Braving the heat and taking advantage of 4th of July sales?
Jan and Kate (next door Kate) told me about a seven-season series on Netflix that I'm entirely enjoying, so I plan to spend the 4th watching Lorelei and Rory's days, a cool way to stay out of the heat. I love their repartee and word play. Probably nobody in real life talks like this, but the banter, arguments, and quick-come backs, studded with literary and popular culture allusions, (because I suck at all these endeavors) is strangely liberating to listen to.
See? I even used Rory's word, sucks--feeling all independent and devil-may-care! I get a vicarious thrill watching scripted rapid-fire dialogue, just like watchers of sports must get when they watch athletes throw, catch, run, and score.
In conversation of the Lorelei/Rory style--sometimes even including the uptight narcissistic grandmother who lives by rules and her own opinions--everyone always has a comeback and delivers it without a nanosecond's hesitation. When Lorelei (the mother) finds herself attracted to Rory's (the daughter's) private school English teacher, the banter and word play between Lorelei and Max is as snappy as a game of ping pong.
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