In the months before we published the 100th story in our Significant Objects experiment, many of you clicked on an author’s name — in the Contributors list, at the right-hand side of this page — and found yourself directed to an Object Coming Soon page. The page announced: “We haven’t posted this particular object, and its associated story, yet. But we will soon!” The following photo, taken in my living room, illustrated the Object Coming Soon page:
The stuff shown in this photo was collected one day in April 2009, at a thrift store in the Boston neighborhood of Roslindale, at a time when Rob and I were still figuring out the guidelines for what sorts of objects to purchase for the Significant Objects experiment. We didn’t always follow our own guidelines, but they went something like this:
* The object shouldn’t cost us more than $3.
* No furniture, clothing, or other stuff that doesn’t seem sufficiently object-like. Should be something you can hold in the palm of your hand, something that can be displayed on a bookshelf or mantelpiece. Should photograph well, and be easy to ship (i.e., not too heavy).
* Not too many examples of midcentury-thru-1980s pop culture ephemera — or else, after a certain point, the experiment will start to look a kitsch collection, or an exercise in nostalgia. Not too many toys, novelty items, or promotional items, for the same reason.
* Not too many travel souvenirs — because the significance of souvenirs is all too obvious. (Of course, a writer can invent counterintuitive significance for a travel souvenir.) And no art, whether “fine,” “bad,” “outsider,” or “readymade.” Why? Because an art object isn’t merely an object, it’s an object intended to be significant, meant to be interpreted. Which takes the fun out of our project.
* Not too many dolls, or figurines (human or animal), because anything with a face is an obvious magnet for significance-investment.
Every single object shown in the photo above flouts one of our guidelines. The Sanka Ashtray (the very first story we published) is a promotional item. The Pen Stand is an example of midcentury pop culture ephemera (sort of). The Smiling Mug (which became an emblem of the experiment, after numerous bloggers writing about Significant Objects used it as an illustration) is a novelty item. The Toy Hot Dog is a toy. And the Kneeling Man Figurine is a human figurine. Oh, well. Nobody’s perfect.
But what you really want to know is: What about that Scottish Doll? It never went up for sale at all! Fair enough. Here’s the deal: nobody wanted to write about it. We offered it to at least a dozen writers, and got no takers. Why? Perhaps because it’s (a) midcentury pop culture ephemera, (b) a toy, (c) a travel souvenir, and (d) a doll. That is to say, it’s just too laden with pre-made significance; it would require a herculean effort to write something interesting about it. Maybe. We’ll never know, I guess, because a few months ago I got sick of looking at the damn thing and threw it into the garbage.
Via a poem by Robert Burns, let us now bid farewell to the Scottish Doll:
Farewell, dear friend ! may guid luck hit you,
And, ‘mang her favorites admit you!
If e’er Detraction shone to smit you,
May nane believe him.
And ony De’il that thinks to get you,
Good Lord deceive him.
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By the way, if anyone feels moved to write a six-word story about the Scottish Doll, post the story to this comments section. If we get enough responses, we’ll pick a winner and award a prize of some sort.
Rigid spine, aye. Can’t reach penny.
For sale: one wee sporran, unused.
In the spirit of Hemmingway:
For sale: One doll, incredibly creepy.
He and Barbie dated in 1988.
One Christmas, it’s all I got.
Got slapped when asked, “No underpants?”
Ken’s gay lover wore no underpants.
Oh, wait.. another one:
Abe Lincoln choked “You’re going commando!?!?!?!?!?!”
Ken’s foreign lover wore no underpants.
She used to be a goth!
Red and green, the new black.
Amid garbage, I saw the stars.
Whatever gets her through the funeral.
“Yard sale?”
“Yup.”
“Dad hated it.”
Drap mah sporran fur ‘at penny
Move over, Chieftains…Scotland will prevail!
Can’t wear skivvies; disrupts alien frequencies.
No, I am not anatomically correct.
Alas, bad haggis did him in.
Biscuits, sausages, pasties, beans on toast.
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Mythical “lost” Object becomes most Significant.
Side effects may include: Rigor mortis.
Yea, Scottish paedophiles: Wearing no knickers!
Glasgow lass. Christmas gift. Glasgow kiss.
(Requires a certain knowledge of British dialect.)
“Ha, a doll? Really?”
“Action figure.”
Into the garbage with a Highland “Fling.”
Rode in Barbie’s convertible with Ken.
A Highland “Fling” into the garbage!
Great Scot! I have been trashed.
Tossed away, aye. Kiss my kilt!
Scots do love a pretty penny
I’m cheap but not this cheap.
Will play for words. Scot free!
The Scottish sellout of the year.
Perfectly plaid this sad mad lad.
Call the doll you call Paul.
You’ll feel jolly with this dolly.
Because everybody likes strapping young men.
Penny sold separately, batteries not included.
Lost Wimbledon to otherworldly Blancmange. Fie!
Scottish doctors pioneered the artificial heart.
Her eyes, they haunt me still.
Penny for your thoughts, Scottish dreamer!
A throwaway thought- is ‘Glenn’ Scottish?
Metheothertwin — LOL
What’s up the kilt is different…
Can you hear the pipes, Callum?
Will play my own farewell song
Mission accomplished. Beam me up, Scotty!
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We have a winner: It’s Diane Kimbrell, for “A Highland ‘Fling’ into the garbage!” Ms. Kimbrell, I’ll drop you a line. Thanks, everyone, for entering the contest. Let’s do this again…
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