On Literary Confusion

I went downstairs to fix a cup of coffee. I needed a break from the word processor; the flow of words had come to a careening halt.

My grandmother was watching television. I heard the voice of Mo Rocca. She was watching CBS Sunday Morning.

He was talking about Grover’s Corners.

“Grover’s Corners,” I thought. “That sounds familiar… What’s it from, what’s it from…” Suddenly I had it!

It was where the Martians landed in Orson Welles’ The War of the Worlds!

Then Mo Rocca started talking about Thornton Wilder. And Our Town.

And then I realized that I had the wrong fucking Grover’s Something-something in my mind.

It was Grover’s Mill where the Martians invaded in 1938.

Then I realized what an awesome literary mash-up this would make — Wilder’s Our Town and Welles’ War of the Worlds.

Emily and George grow up, start a family, and then…

A Martian cylinder lands outside Grover’s Corners!

Then the Martians become sick and die, and this parallels Emily’s own death.

Because that’s what Our Town needs — Martian war machines, death rays, Black Smoke, and rampant destruction. :h2g2:

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