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Farewell to an id ear (slight return)

'Strue, the last word on Hornby is his own, as caught by close reader Jay Smooth....

Unless the last word is "heteronormative," as periodically inserted in Hornby's bleatings (this being a woman called Daphne Carr's fine idear; it's like Snoop's fizzle game as played by Judith Butler!)

But I want to express my solidarity with Little Latin Nicky Ho. He pines, he yearns for "the Righteous Brothers' "Little Latin Lupe Lu" — or, better still, a modern-day equivalent ." Heck, who wouldn't? A semi-nonsense-syllable dance groove that's not trying to crush you with its social policies or deep thoughts, it just wants to shake its ass and hustle erotically in the general direction of unfettered and non-ironical youthful enthusiasm? I mean, I am so down with Nick Hornby, because I totally want that too! Fun!

Ah, but here's the rub. The very special neuron that can under no circumstance be allowed to leap between the fine novelist/soccer fan's last two synapses might inform him that the modern-day equivalent is released every few days. It's called "Rapper's Delight." Except when it's called "Peter Piper." Once it was called "Push It." Sometimes it's called "Hot in Herre," or "Work It." In epic form it's called "The Adventures of Grandmaster Flash on the Wheels of Steel." Recently it's called "Tipsy" (occasionally mispronounced "Hyphy"). It's even called "Crazy In Love" and/or "Get This Party Started," if all you have is MTV Europe.

One feels great compassion for the man who starves to death while seated at the banquet.

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