Yesterday morning Sven called me while I was still in bed to talk about the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain's rendition of "Wuthering Heights." (see previous post).
We agreed it was the best rendition ever (especially the sound effects, including the bleating of a sheep), and talked about how Kate Bush has her fans but she's kind of obscure, given that the doesn't tour much (fear of airplanes).
"I played the song for Andrew. He really liked it, but he's never heard of it before," Sven said.
"You mean the song?"
"Yeah, or the book."
"Wait. He's never heard of Wuthering Heights?"
"Seriously? We all read it in college. I mean, I had a hard time understanding why I was supposed to like any of the characters and I generally hated the book, but C'MON. Everyone's heard of Wuthering Heights, if only from the equally irritating movie with Laurence Olivier!"
"Well, you know," said Sven, "Sometimes people just aren't exposed to some books--"
"Wait, wait,wait, wait, wait. This from the guy who sneers at people who haven't read The Epic of Gilgamesh, preferably in the original Sumerian? The guy who becomes irritated if someone can't draw a family tree of the Hapsburg Empire?"
"Well, you know."
Oh, Folks, he's got it BAD.