There should be a name for the blank look on someone’s face when you are talking to them and they have no idea what you are talking about. There should also be a name for the feeling you get when you, midway through a conversation, suddenly realise they have no idea what you are talking about.I had this experience this morning when I was babbling away to Lindsay this morning about Donna Tartt’s The Secret History - a great little page turner of a book that I started on Saturday and have barely been able to put down since.
I was mid-flight, conversation-wise, and talking away about how much I was enjoying it and thanking her for the recommendation when I noticed the blank look on Lindsay’s face.
“Uh, you did lend it to me, didn’t you?” I asked. “Um no.”
Oh. So the end result is that I have this great book but no idea where it came from. Apologies for the lapse in my memory but I can’t quite remember who lent it to me in the first place. Please, please let me know who you are so I can return it and have someone to discuss it with…