Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I'm not quite dead...
St. Sebastian didn't die from his arrow wounds.
The funny thing is, I don't usually read the poems. But my radar went off, I guess: another knowing reference to the trappings of religion that turns out to be not-so-knowing. And as you know, when it comes to The New Yorker, no nit is too small for me to pick! I indulged my pedantic side further at dotCommonweal.
P.S. This reminds me of the not-quite-right Christmas card illustration I noted a few years ago.
UPDATE, 10/25: Marissa Bidilla has discovered another problem with Collins's poem -- or at least an earlier version of exactly the same mistake. And this time it's Tom Stoppard whose cleverness has gotten ahead of his research.