A new blog to contain answers to prompts |
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas " ![]() |
Prompt: How about a little trivia fun-- What song was number one the year you were born or what book was number one on the New York bestsellers list the year you were born? Are you familiar with the song or the book? Would you recommend either to us? --------- I am not even sure they had number-one books or songs for any year, in the middle of the World War II. Since I had no idea whatsoever, I Google searched. Just as I had guessed, they had no such things. So I picked the most popular new(!) ones that came out and were in fashion closer to my birth month. For the song, it was, "I've Heard That Song Before" by Harry James and His Orchestra with Helen Forrest. I am not sure I ever heard of this one before, except probably when I was a baby. Another one I knew and liked (much later) is "That Old Black Magic" by Glenn Miller and His Orchestra with Skip Nelson and the Modernaires. I guess those years were the times for the orchestras rather than the songbirds we acted so crazy over, during the later years. The top seller during my birthday month and after was The Robe by Lloyd Douglas. Although I might have missed it, I don't ever remember this book being mentioned even by my lit teachers. Another book, however, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith was a favorite of mine during my growing years. Answering the question in the prompt, I recommend nothing because tastes are different and they can change, as mine certainly did. About trivia, Wikipedia says, "Trivia is information and data that are considered to be of little value." I am not sure I agree with that statement. Give it to us, writers, we can take the tiniest of things and ideas and turn them into huge things. For example, Dan Brown's Novels, like The Da Vinci Code, that weave intricate plots around historical mysteries, religious symbolism, and other trivia. Umberto Eco's The Name of the Rose is another novel built partly on trivia, about a monastery, monks, and black death. Since I can't emulate in any shape or form Dan Brown or Umberto Eco, and I don't think I have the nerve to build anything over the trivia of my birth date, this blog entry will have to do for the moment. ![]() ![]() |