People like me

I have a bit of an obsession with people who have certain things in common with me, like my exact date for birth, for instance, or shared interests via livejournal.

One sub-set of this obsession is with people who share my name. This includes a number of ancestors – my great-great-grandfather, who lived from 1780 to 1844; his great-great-great-grandfather, lived c.1583-1654, and his grandfather, who lived c.1532-1592 (and died a prisoner in the Tower of London). I have mentioned a couple of others here before – “>a 19th-century New York architect and the president of the Huron County Federation of Agriculture.

Of course, I have a Google alert set up for my own name, and variations of it, which is where I got the reference to the Huron farmers’ spokesman. I would estimate that 95% of the alerts I get are about me, often flagging up interviews I had forgotten giving (indeed, in one recent case it was an interview I hadn’t given – they used stock footage of me from an interview last year and pretended it was current).

Over the last couple of days, it’s been a little different. Nicholas Whyte, the bright son of Jamaican immigrants to Brooklyn,

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  1. I wouldn’t argue for a total disconnect either; but I would caution against expecting to be able to do that for a writer who live in the sixteenth century. Indeed, Twain and Freud (and many of the anti-Stratfordians) seem to go further and actually feel entitled to know what elements in Shakespeare’s private life inspired his writing. It’s historically not possible.

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