For me, the most interesting thing in this thread is that so many have found so much to say about it. Im inclined to think: You either are, or you are not; either way, you cannot be 100% -- even though some aspire to 100% (one way or the other).
But then, my casualness over this matter was prepared long ago by a delightful cultural commentary (a novel) by Nigel Dennis. It was called, "Cards of Identity". In it a dedicated group of role players rented a large country house in the South of England for a convention, palming themselves off as wealthy new owners. Role players gathered there from all over the Country. Under-class types played lords. Upper class types played out the roles of cooks and tradesmen -- `as each preferred. They had such a powerful presence upon the little town near the rented country house that before the week was over, many folk had become servants to the "new owners", and even the town doctor had left his practice to become gardener for the estate. Of course, the simple towns people who had been hoodwinked by the dedicated role players were left high and dry when, after the rp convention ended, they all quietly pulled out, leaving the police to wonder what had really taken place.
The secret of the novel lies in the clever writing of Nigel Dennis; but we cannot deny that the premise is very strong and cutting in its exposure of our psychological new age foibles. If little else, it opens up for us stodgy types how wonderful a catharsis is even simple role playing.
Cheery bye, says Major Pappou
Encyclopedia of Britannica:
Nigel Dennis
born Jan. 16, 1912, Bletchingley, Surrey, Eng.
died July 19, 1989, Hertsfordshire
English writer and critic who used absurd plots and witty repartee to satirize psychiatry, religion, and social behaviour, most notably in his novel Cards of Identity (1955).
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