Remember when every novel was called The ______________'s Wife or The ___________'s Daughter? Well, now it's orphans. A hardcover copy of The Orphanmaster showed up on my desk today, recalling (of course) last year's The Orphan Master's Son. But let's not forget about When We Were Orphans, The Age of Orphans, or Oliver Twist.
What does it say about American culture that orphans are so au courant? Beats me. Prolly nothing. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to serenade my coworkers with a stirring rendition of "Where is Love."