You know how you can’t give your baby the same name as someone you hate, or someone ugly, or someone you (or your significant other) slept with or someone with bad hair or flinty boogers hanging out of her nose? Totally ruins the name right? That’s why Sadie isn’t named after me, because I have a dry nose issue and you know how I feel about my hair. Associations run deep, strike meaningful chords, and can ruin something beautiful (like the name “Noah,” which was vetoed for one of the above reasons before we settled on Simon).
Well, I would like to thank Mad Men for putting the final nail in the coffin for a little timeless “treasure” known as Goodnight Moon, or as we call it at my house, “That Peculiar Book About Nothing That Simon Is Obsessed With.”
I have been suffering through daily readings of GM, and Simon never tires of pointing out the balloon or making a quizzical expression on that page where you say goodnight to “nobody.” It’s not so much that I dislike the book, but something about the randomness of the “narrative” gives me the creeps.
But Sunday night, as I watched the breath-taking episode of Mad Men (that I am still thinking and talking and blogging about), I sat upright on the couch (note: it takes a great deal to get me to sit up once I am prostrate on the couch) during the scene where arch-scoundrel Peter Campbell read GM to his daughter. Matthew Weiner, the genius behind Mad Men, has now ruined the book forever.
Man, I hate Peter Campbell– his moral turpitude (hey, all my lawyer readers, remember that word from law school?), his arrogance, his too-short pants, and his shiny forehead. If you don’t watch this show, let me sum up Campbell by explaining that he cheats on his wife repeatedly with co-workers, prostitutes and the wife of his commuter-train buddy. He’s arrogant, thoroughly avaricious, spineless, and mal-contented. In short, Campbell is J.R. Ewing without the twang and the fraternal baggage. Thank God Weiner didn’t depict Campbell reading a book that I truly love, because Campbell’s dirty paws on a book will ruin it. I am so glad that Curious George and Babar and Suzy The Squirrel remain untarnished.
But as soon as Simon’s ardor for GM diminishes, that book is going the way of The Hunger Games, (which, incidentally, is a book that someone like Campbell would read to his little daughter).