LSD File
Friday, February 20th, 2009
Mike Sablone is CTG’s Literary Associate, starting left fielder and third-string shortstop for Dark Monday, the CTG softball team.
I’m often asked, “What do you do?” And, often I stammer for a few minutes, look at the floor, shuffle my feet and then look up, brightly saying, “I’m a dramaturg!”
Except without the exclamation point. That makes me sound like I’m five years old.
It’s more like a question with italics: “I’m a dramaturg?” The question not being “Am I?” but “You’re not going to know what this word means, are you?” I’m assuming you’re not, which means there will be confusion and then you might get mad at me for making up a word. Or you might have only heard the word “turd” in which case you’re thoroughly confused, and still mad that I managed to turn the simplest of icebreakers into an irritating exchange.
So the follow up question comes: “Huh? What does that mean?”
Well, friends (meaning CTG employees who read this blog), today is the day . . . that I do not answer that question.
Sorry.
Today is the day that instead I skip that and provide a snippet of research that I stumbled upon a few weeks ago.
Fine. Brief explanation of one part of the job of a dramaturg. At times it involves doing research on specific topics pertaining to plays I’m working on.
Recently I’ve been reading books for background research on PALESTINE, NEW MEXICO. Which means reading books about women in the military. Right now I’m reading Lieutenant General Claudia J. Kennedy’s memoir “Generally Speaking.” I was particularly horrified when I came across this excerpt, a mere 32 pages in:
Next came an enticing proposal to be interviewed for an assignment as the junior aide to the Commander-in-Chief-Pacific. “It’s in Honolulu, Lieutenant,” the captain at Branch told me on the phone.
Now that did sound exciting. “What about training?” I asked.
“Not necessary.”
“Why did they pick me?”
“Well,” the captain said in a confidential tone, “they saw you in LSD file.”
“What’s that?”
She explained that the Little Sexy Doll file contained just the photo of junior WAC [Women’s Army Corps] officers — no records of professional attributes — a system that was sometimes used to choose women for prestigious positions as aides to senior officers solely on the basis of their looks. I was not interested in the job.
There are times when I’m researching something new that I’m horrified. Just horrified. And I’ve got the feeling that this is only the tip of the iceberg with this subject.






