Re: IVIV: chapter seven—Eel Trovatore

[Richard Fiero]

malignd at aol.com wrote:
>Let's look at this again.
>
>''I'm Chlorinda, what'll it be,"  . . .
>''And to drink, gentlemen. You'll want to be 
>good and fucked up by the time this arrives. 
>I'd recommend Tequila Zombies, they work pretty 
>quick." She stalked away scowling.
>. . .  What's hard to imagine is virtually 
>anything specific about her.  Is she young?  Old?
>What color her hair? Is she fat? Thin?  Even her 
>dialog is generic and unrevealing. . . .

Come to the Salty Dawg Bar & Grill and meet 
Carmen of indeterminate age and hair 
color.  Carmen will begin to shift her weight 
from foot to foot very shortly and will also be 
happy to argue with you about what color of 
chicken you're getting.  Chlorinda ("chlorine is 
a powerful oxidant and is used in bleaching") is 
a big improvement-sort of a Carmen with a sense 
of humor who would also be a distraction from 
watching the cooks drop food and retrieve it from 
the floor.  Fucked up loggers, crabbers and the 
occasional shrimper don't notice such errors in food preparation..