We started
with the negative. I challenged her to name the most excruciatingly tedious
subject that people choose to talk about, besides their own health. Without a
pause she said, “Cars.” All too true, though not at the top of my list. “Politics,”
I said, and she agreed, and I might expand it to include news in general, which is
unwatchable/unlistenable/unreadable. “Money and buying stuff,” she suggested. Next, from me, “Sports.”
More enthusiastic agreement from her, followed by a blood-curdling recollection
of a former boyfriend for whom football was oxygen. “Overinflated stories about
the accomplishments of children.” That’s my wording of her suggestion, and she
was right on the money. I generalized the idea by saying, “Any sort of bragging.”
Which brings
up an interesting point. It’s not just the subject matter that is tiresome in
so many attempts at conversation but the manner of delivery. If the nurse were
to tell me, with appropriately quiet pride, that her daughter had been awarded
the Congressional Medal of Honor, I would be riveted. I could listen for hours.
But if someone’s brat hits a double in Little League, and the parent won’t stop
cheering about Junior's accomplishment, include me out, to use a Goldwyn-ism.
Language
helps. Some people can’t tell a story. They spew information like half-digested
food. The best conversation often hinges on the witty, concise, incisive choice
of words, and a nicely nuanced sense of dynamics. When someone comes out with “I
hate Trump” or “I love Trump,” and thinks he has said something profound,
memorable or original, the conversation drops dead. Prefabricated sentiments
are not conversation. Between the right people, subject matter can be as airy
as meringue and still result in first-rate conversation. Boswell reports Dr.
Johnson saying, “The happiest conversation is that of which nothing is
distinctly remembered but a general effect of pleasing impression.” That describes
pretty accurately the conversations I had with the nurse while I was lying in the hospital bed. A pleasant, palliative memory.
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On whiny valetudinarians:
--Though Mr. Johnson was commonly affected even to agony at the thoughts of a friend's dying, he troubled himself very little with the complaints they might make to him of ill health. "Dear Doctor (said he one day to a common acquaintance, who lamented the tender state of his inside), do not be like the spider, man; and spin conversation thus incessantly out thy own bowels."
Piozzi: Anecdotes
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