Or Ketut. In one of Nate's travel books we learned that there are only four names in Bali among the locals because of the caste system. First born is Wayan. The second's Made, the third's Nyoman, and the fourth's Ketut. Man or woman. And after that, come kid four, they just go back to Wayan and start over. It makes sense kinda, or not sense, but I understand why everyone has the same name here now. If it makes sense or not is still up for debate, I believe. It must make for pretty interesting roll calls at school, ah, but I guess that's what last names are for.
Lucky for me the people in Paris, specifically the girls, aren't named based on the tenets of the caste system or my book that's beginning to grow harder to write over here would be quite repetitive as far as chapter titles go.
Here's what I think I'll do with that, the book that is. Each chapter needs to cover something about the whatever the fuck I was doing over there, like a grand overview in each chapter, at the beginning before I dive into the laconic dialogue and wandering. That's what Steinbeck did right?
There has to be something more. Maybe about the writing in some chapters, maybe the grocery habits, something I don't want to write more than once. Maybe about the particular girl, or maybe about that seductive city itself. Something. I guess it'll come to me. I need to write all the other stuff first, I suppose. I can't write the beginning of the chapter until I've written the rest of it. All the pithy stuff, because maybe then, with any luck, I'll be able to suck some truth out of it.
