Following my post of t’other day several people have been saying that I really must learn the lindy hop for my 1930s novel. And, in fact, if I don’t they won’t read my book.
I have several extremely sensible objections to learning the lindy hop. They are as follows:
Objection no. 1: My book is set in the early 1930s and the lindy hop was around later.
Objection no. 2: I cannot learn how to dance.
This is absolutely true. I have physical dyslexia. I cannot folllow instructions. The instructor’s arm goes one way mine goes the other. It is not pretty. Or fun.
Objection no. 3: It looks dangerous.
I’m not sure if I have ever told you, my dear readers, about my sports curse. It has been the bane of my life. Every time I take up a new sport I damage something. I’ve broken a toe, many bones in my right wrist, the transverse process of vertebraes L1, L2 & L3 (bones in my back), torn cartilage, as well as mutiple sprained ankles. All of which has resulted in my having to have surgery three times.
And I haven’t even played that much sport!
I’ve not broken a bone since 1994. Or sprained an ankle since 2004. I fear that the lindy hop would take me back to the bad old days.
For those who don’t know what I’m talking about. Here is the lindy hop. (The dangerous stuff is around the midway point.):
Whitey’s Lindy Hoppers performing the Big Apple (1939)
So do you still want me to learn the lindy hop? Even in the face of my extremely sensible objections? If so why? Is it because you hate me?
Update: If I do this thing proof will be as suggested by Yza: the say so of three reliable YA author witnesses.
Update the second: John Green has agreed to reliable witnesses. More on the challenge here.
Update the third: And learn it I did. You will find the proof here.