Sometimes I feel that people’s lives, mine included, should come with a list of Dramatis Personae.
The other day, I was talking to a friend on the phone and she, quite reasonably, kept referring to various people whom I know she’s mentioned before but whose identity and relationships to her and each other completely escaped me. When I was totally confused, I did interrupt and say ‘so who’s Andrew, again?’ and ‘Steph is Ruth’s partner, yeah?’ and the like, but most of the time, I just hoped it either wouldn’t matter or would become clear with time.
I’m now aware that, since I started work (p/t) and found a new (talented, capable, reliable) man to make my prints, I’m kinda going to the other extreme and saying ‘Barney (that’s my boss) says…’ and ‘I’ll have to ask Pete (that’s my lovely new repro man) if…’ which is probably making my interlocutors scream inwardly ‘Stop telling me who Barney/Pete is! I know already!’
Plays have a list of Dramatis Personae; some books have a list of Dramatis Personae; life totally needs a list of Dramatis Personae. Now!