Tuesday, December 4, 2007

rattus margaret fullerus

Out in front of the Margaret Fuller House a rat gave me the once over before disappearing under a fence and into the cold night. He was a good looking one. Probably weighed a pound. It's true, you know, that rats navigate by a kind of muscle memory, and if you remove an obstruction they're used to they'll continue to avoid the spot as if the object is still there. Very insect like. Very mechanical.

And it's fairly unusual seeing a rat around Margaret Fuller. A lot of good stuff happens at that place and it's tightly run. They give out food, but I don't think there are a lot of opportunities for rodents to get any. It's been a charitable institution for more than a century, so there's been plenty of time for the rats to get used to it. It's named for Margaret Fuller who was born there in 1810.

You can ask 100 people even right around here who Margaret Fuller was and you'll be lucky if even one has anything to tell you about her. Which is more than a little lame, since she was a literary prodigy and a groundbreaking feminist and an editorial glass ceiling smasher and Transcendentalist, among other things. And she was hooked up: When she died in a shipwreck off Long Island in 1850 on her way back from Italy, Henry David Thoreau was actually sent down (by Ralph Waldo Emerson) to look for her body. Never found her though.

Anyway, it seems someone wants us to know more about Margaret Fuller. I've been getting a bunch of mostly cool looking, Margaret Fuller branded postcards hand delivered lately. This one was left in my mail slot a couple of days ago, though without any text or address identifying who dropped it off.

I don't know what Abe Lincoln, the bug or the little yin/yang deal are about, but the woman is definitely Margaret Fuller.

Has anyone else seen this stuff?