A couple of days ago, the full extent of my nerdiness was exposed yet again. I had just finished an email conversation with my brother, in which I was explaining my deep, abiding love for the footnote (and my unhappiness with endnotes [a pale imitation of the footnote, if you ask me] and parenthetical citations). That’s right…I have an intellectual crush on the footnote. (I also love prefaces, epigraphs, etc. Paratexts and I get along famously). I loved dipping into the Chicago Manual of Style and I’m rather saddened by the fact that I now use the MLA Style Manual more often (for some reason it just doesn’t seem to be as exciting–that’s right, I used the word exciting to describe style manuals–as the Chicago Manual).
So is it wrong that I wish I could skip out of work and my reading group today so that I can run home and meet the UPS person when they deliver the following?
Ibid by Mark Dunn (who wrote the inventive Ella Minnow Pea) is a fictional biography of a three-legged man told entirely through footnotes. I have no idea if it’s good or overly gimicky, but I had to buy it. It’s been calling my name for years now.
And the historian in me absolutely demanded that I get The Footnote: A Curious History by Anthony Grafton.
Be still my beating, nerdy heart.