tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35405042.post33382804044353822..comments2023-04-25T08:32:45.729-05:00Comments on The Chicago Contingent: What's in a name?Dana Kayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520699440390498341noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35405042.post-46303691473451279042007-05-07T10:46:00.000-05:002007-05-07T10:46:00.000-05:00I hate coming up with titles, too. I always pick ...I hate coming up with titles, too. I always pick a working title and promise myself I'll think of a better one, and inevitably that working title becomes the actual title after my new ideas get progressively and embarassingly worse.<BR/><BR/>I think titles ultimately don't mean a lot to a book, though. In fact, the more famous the book, the less anyone ever thinks of the title when they talk about it. Think of <I>Moby Dick, The Great Gatsby, Wuthering Heights, Great Expectations</I>...then think of what these titles actually refer to. Chances are you don't think of that meaning when you refer to the book; you just remember the way it sounds.<BR/><BR/>Of course, <I>Snakes on a Plane</I> was proof that a title can be all you need for a brief pop-culture phenomenon. That and Samuel L. Jackson.Quinnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10665823669624714322noreply@blogger.com