Advice from Topeka
by Carol Novack
“Never trust nobody & you'll live a long life.” --- Thelma Peatree Price
A woman slips a note into a copy of the latest “Reader's Digest” on sale at a shop at Dallas airport. The note says: “Hi. I'm Muffy. I'm young and gorgeous but lonely. Please write to me!" miffedmuffy23@hotmail.com.” Edna Appleby finds the note and responds, as follows:
Dear Miss Muffy:
My name is Edna Appleby, from Topeka, Kansas. My granddaughter, Dotty, bless her heart, gave me that Reader's Digest with your note in it because she knows how much I love Reader's Digest, dear. She herself never reads it because she's a fashion designer in Los Angeles. I'm much older than you, I suspect, and I'm very very concerned you might be slipping this contact information in other magazines and it will fall into the hands of a ax murderer, one with brains enough to figure out where you live. And I know all about ax murderers because Elmo, my uncle by marriage to my sister who never had any sense was one. He done killed six women in a farm outside of Topeka in the space of they say three minutes, including my sister and her bingo friends, because he was a very big horribly strong man with a vial temper and no control at all and ugly as a dungbeetle to boot. And they fried him, thank the Lord, so he's been getting his just deserts for years.
Your a very lucky young lady, Miss Muffy. I just got this Web TV thing in the mail from my grandson Bobby and my naybor's son Billy teached me how to use it and I'm having so much fun. Just imagine yesterday I found one of my elementry school classmates what lives in Baton Rouge and she writes me all about little Joey Figs, what used to be class clown, so she tells me all about how he's been indicated for securities fraud. You never can tell about people I always say which is what you should always be baring in mind, dear, because the world is full of all sorts of terrible people and I don't know why but the Lord has a reason for everything. Amen.
Now my husband, Willy, who passed away five summers ago, bless his heart, was a good man and he worked hard while the babies came bursting out of me like little popovers. We fed those babies and I took a job in the tire factory and they all growed up in good health except for two who was still born. And except for Elmo and my nasty drunk daddy, I can't really say I got too many complaints about my life because I was very very careful to never get mixed up with dangerous mean fruitcakes so now I'm ripe as an apple what's already fallen from a tree, but a little bored but don't you be telling anyone that.
Maybe you'd like to corespond make a lonely old lady like me happy because the kids and the grandkids don't write or visit much because their very busy and to tell the truth they try not to speak to me probably because I lost most of my hearing and had to get a hysterectemy, and then decided to go for a sex change, you know life is a bitch when your a woman. Anyways, I look forward to finding out where you live and what you do and whatever else you want to tell me.
Sincerely,
Edna
gosh, carol, this is mah-vell-ous. made my morning. great format. edna's a formidable geezer. you bring mark twain to the 21st century.
This is a better example of this kind of thing than the two I wrote for my blog, one called "Dear Eunice" and the other called "Dear Physical Man." I reread them after I read "Advice from Topeka." You make fun of people from Kansas at the level of diction. My favorite locution among others is "vial temper."
In mine, I make fun of provosts who teach creative writing; it may seem I'm making fun of people from "Grange," wherever that is, and S.C. by naming the characters Donna and Eunice, or, maybe, I don't know, I'm making fun of women who wanted to be in Playboy. (Eunice & Donna have discovered in their correspondence that they both had wanted to be in Playboy before they grew up and became later-in-life creative writers):
http://annbogle.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-eunice.html
http://annbogle.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-physical-man.html
I like your notion of "email characters." "Advice from Topeka" is like a flash fiction "In Cold Blood."
Ann's right about this one as well - it is like a In Cold Blood flash. I love the conceit & think you do a great job of carrying it through to the end. Love the details - "miffedmuffy" and the sex change and the babies as popovers. Wonderful!
Edna is a treasure! Love this.
Loved this and couldn't stop reading it!
Great work - I like this a great deal.
Among other good things, a marvel of compression which distills a whole life into a few well chosen details, driven along by the exuberant language. Great stuff.
This brought a smile to my face because the timing of the bits as we reach the punchline kepy my focus and held my attention as Edna's voice sounded more familiar when I think of hers/his voice from watching the local news rarely, and the people they speak to are cut from that same tree.
At the same time Carol, you didn't reduce Edna to some type of 'reality' cut character. He was unique because he was real-life. Not watered down in that type of smug undertaking by you but upheld by allowing Edna to be Edna. Organic and substantial in her/his voice.
A great piece Carol. I would like to have a cup of tea with Edna...
Carol! Rad! Grandma done did it. The voice is fantastic. Great story, Carol.
What a giggle... Great story! Funny!.. Hoping to see Edna again! Loved it! We all know an Edna, somewhere! :0)
Quirky little ditty there Carol! Enjoyed the read. Thanks!
This is great, Carol. Loved the voice of Carol and the details of her life. Quite humorous too.
love how this builds from start to finish....you the author setting us up through Edna, magician's misdirection, or a prankstering puppeteer...either way...We're all implicated in this line: a little bored but don't you be telling anyone that.
And congrats on getting picked up by Riley Dog blog...this dude scoops the best stuff out there!
http://rileydog.posterous.com/advice-from-topeka
I love the way this "advice" is also threatening, not only in the things Edna reports, but also in the fact that Edna is at first worried that Muffy's information "will fall into the hands of a ax murderer, one with brains enough to figure out where you live" but ends up "look[ing] forward to finding out where you live."
I'm curious if Elmo does a lonely-hearts follow up e-mail?
Carol thanks you and Edna thanks you, bless your hearts.
Gabriel: Elmo was fried years ago. But we may in fact hear from poor Miffed Muffy, who may not be as innocent as she seems.
Gotta love YPR. I'd love to see more of these.
Well, Jon -- Due to popular demand, I'll be introducing Betty and Stella shortly.
Ever since reading Eudora Welty's story, My Life at the Post Office, I have been a fan of the stream-of-consciousness monologue/rant by a lonely woman. But this Edna, now, there's something sinister about her that intrigues. Kind of like a 40-year old man who lurks in a teenage chat room: she could be anyone. Good piece!
A pisser.A samovar of ambiguity.
This leaps to the top of the list of all your work I never thought to fave.
When published I will buy the book.
Thanks, Larry -- I like my funny emails, and I see that they have "commercial" value, but my best writings are the ones you'd never fave.
Surprised Willy hung on as long as he did . . lotta fun, well done
I jus’ wanna invite you in for some fresh ol’ apple pie…bought a dozen of um just a few months ago—they’re all in silvery wrappers….shiny with no due dates…you just sit down on this sofa here—mind the horse shit, dearest…I’ll tell ya all ya wanna know…ya make my sides squiggle with with drizzling drooping hee haws--here, have a beer with them apple pies you're eatin'...