Today’s letter is X, and this one was a tough one as you could have guessed. There aren’t many books beginning with X surprisingly, so when I found out that Edith Wharton, one of my favourite author’s had written something beginning with X, I just knew that I had to write something on it.
Xingu is about a group of ladies who meet up for a book group in order to be a pretentious as possible. One day, an author that all the ladies bar one, Mrs Roby, has read visits the book club. She proves to be one of the most pretentious and condescending woman the ladies have met, and makes all the other ladies feel small and stupid. However, the outcast of the group, Mrs Roby mentions the concept of Xingu, and all the other ladies pretend to know exactly what she is talking about, essentially making it up as they go along. The author is totally flummoxed, and begs to leave with Mrs Roby. The ladies, left to their own devices, start to argue amongst each other, still with no clue what they are talking about.
This just sounds hilarious, and something I totally get. Have you ever pretended to know about something that you don’t? I have (normally about arty films), more often than people would guess! It’s never nice to made to feel stupid, so being able to pick things up, and act like you know something is better than that.7