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Nora Ephron’s bedbug dream

30 Jun
Nora Ephron in April 2010 (photo by David Shankbone, from Wikipedia Commons)

Nora Ephron in April 2010
(photo by David Shankbone,
from Wikipedia Commons)

A small item to contribute to the memorialization of New Yorker Nora Ephron, who died this week. It’s been on my list of posts to write for more than a year now, and it comes from a New York Observer article (11/10/10) by Chloe Malle that appeared shortly after the publication of Ephron’s book I Remember Nothing and Other Reflections, which happened to be at the time when New York was experiencing its bedbug panic:

Nora Ephron has many unanswered questions. Is this the beginning of the end? And will they go away or is it like the plague? The director of Julie and Julia adjusted her black booted ankle, pulling it closer to the seat of the white tufted couch in her guest living room. “You know the science fiction ending where the world has only bugs left? Is this it? And why do they say crazy as a bedbug? They seem to know exactly what they’re doing.” Ms. Ephron sat placidly in the living room of the guest apartment several floors below the one she shares with husband Nick Pileggi.

She hasn’t thought about bedbugs today, though she did dream about them recently. “Don’t you think everyone has had a dream about bedbugs?” She asked. What was her dream? “That we had one! I don’t remember anything else except that I woke up and said, ‘I dreamed we had bedbugs,’ and Nick said, ‘Of course you did,’ and that was the end of it.”

What about you? Have you had a dream about a bedbug? I don’t remember having any, and that’s fine with me!

 

Whales’ return

10 Feb
Humpback whale, location unspecified - NOAA photo

Humpback whale, location unspecified - NOAA photo

A day or two before the dream I tell below, I read the previous Sunday’s New York Daily News (1/30/11) and tore out an article titled “Recovery is no fluke:  Great whales back in seas near N.Y.C.” (pp. 14–15; the online version has a different title). This at the mouth of the Hudson River, which only a couple of decades ago was so polluted that a scuba-diving friend told me, “Stepping into the Hudson is like stepping into chocolate pudding.” Continue reading