I love Nick Drake too.
Okay, I thought...it's nice to hear a young gay man with musical interests other than just Xtina, etc. I read his profile. He mentions liking Virgina Woolf, Walt Whitman and David Sedaris. I write back with (moderate) enthusiasm (too much?):
How's it going up there?
Nick Drake? Cool. What's not to love?! He was incredible. What's your favorite song of his, if you have one?
I love Whitman and Woolf too...and Sedaris of course.
all the best,
i guess pink moon....what's your favorite Woolf nove? (sic)
how's it going up there?
Well, I'd hate to be too predictable, but Mrs. Dalloway is my favorite, though To the Lighthouse and Orlando are both good too.
all the best,
He writes back:
And that's it. Two words.
Now, I don't quite know how to respond to this. Do I strain my brain for annoying questions about Jacob's Room? Do I let it go and ignore his response?
Why would one initiate a conversation if one had no intention of participating in it? To quote Miss Fantasia Barrino, "If you don't want me, then don't talk to me."
But this is not atypical. Oh no. I've been down this well worn road many times before.
After a while I feel like I'm pestering someone with questions (all sincere by the way, I really *am* interested in how he's doing and what he likes, I swear), only to get monosylabic answers.
What's up with these people?