The first paragraph of Michicko’s review of the new post-Bridget Jones Helen Fielding book features a very disturbing segue: “As Bridget Jones and most single women well know, there’s nothing worse than falling head over heels for a man, only to discover that he is not only the Wrong Man, but the Very Worst Sort of Man, a True Cad and Charlatan, or Someone Mad, Bad and Dangerous to Know. (O.K., there are worse things, like being half-eaten by your Alsatian dog and being found dead in your apartment three weeks later, but that is another story.)”
Actually, there are worse things than that. Perhaps more disturbing than its cavalier comparative placement is the fact than the Alsatian dog was actual news. Two years ago. So what we have here is the case of an overworked book critic who has been dwelling on this disturbing informational nugget for some time, just waiting to sneak it into a review.
We only hope that Michiko leaves her house sometime soon and that, if she has a pet Alsatian, the dog is friendly.
Spooky. Check out this story: http://www.nbc10.com/news/3378490/detail.html
But really, if you were locked in your house and all you had for food happened to be your pet dog, would that make for much of a story?
Unfortunately, this story has been played out many times over the years. I’m dating myself, but recall the classic Nick Lowe tune, “Marie Provost”. Lyrics here: http://www.promofree.com/~harusame/lowe/lowe1.htm#Marie%20Provost
“Even little doggies have got to eat.”
Pretty sure that is a reference from Fielding’s book, and not just a random thing stuck into the review by Michiko. At one point, Bridget imagines that being eaten by dogs lay in her future as a spinster. There was a brief scene in the movie, as well, with Renee Zellweger being nuzzled, not so much ganwed, by dogs.
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