The first sentence of The New Yorker article on the Royal Wedding: "This week, the sixty-two million subjects of the United Kingdom will mark the marriage of His Royal Highness Prince William Arthur Philip Louis of Wales, their future king, to Catherine Elizabeth Middleton, the captain of her high-school field-hockey team."
What a great first sentence! What a great middle name! (Kate's) Although this article does miss the fact that some U.S. citizens may care more about the Royal Wedding than the sixty-two million subjects of the United Kingdom (I met one last night who described himself as "apathetic").
The article is delightful in its sarcasm and non-sequiturs: "The groom's grandmother has given the entire nation the day off. The groom's father has invited the P.R. chief of Audi, which supplies the family with luxury cars at cut-rate prices."
Other great sentences:
"Some dynasties commission great churches. The Windsors get married in them. Weddings are the British monarchy's works of art, reflecting the values and vanities of their patrons."
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"Their name is Middleton, as though cherry-picked by Dickens to signal their status as archetypes of the striving bourgeoisie."
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Thank you for being as into this wedding as Anne would have been.
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