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Humor on the hoardings spotted before the first round of the French elections: “John Goodman (Jean Gentilhomme) for President,” the candidate of the “Nice Peoples' Party. That would make a change. © Paris Update












Paris Update What’s On

Links to events happening this week in Paris.

Silent films from Switzerland?


> They’re rare, but they do exist and can be seen at the Fondation Jérôme Seydoux-Pathé, Paris, through May 2.

Retail heaven
> You can buy just about anything at the century-old Foire de Paris, a gigantic pop-up store. Porte de Versailles, Paris. April 27-May 8.

Voices from the North
> The Pølar Festival celebrates Northern European culture with films, concerts, talks and more. Various locations, Paris, through April 29.

Photo walk
> Eight Paris galleries hold special photography shows and events for Parcours Fotofever. Various locations, Paris, through May 1.

Photo shows galore
> Le Mois de la Photo has been moved from autumn to spring, with 96 exhibitions taking place all over the greater Paris area. See Web site for locations and dates.

Art videos
> The theme of this year’s Videobox Festival is “noise and movement.” Carreau du Temple, Paris, April 27-29.

French film with English subtitles
> Lost in Frenchlation shows Nicolas Boukhrief’s La Confession, preceded by a themed cocktail party (€4.50). Studio 28, Paris, April 28.

Virtual reality
> Drop in on Saturday or Sunday from 2pm to 8pm for a free virtual trip at the VR Express festival. Forum des Images, Paris, through June 30.

Dance in historic sites
> Monuments en Mouvement offers free dance performances in national monuments like the Pantheon in Paris, the Abbaye de Cluny and châteaux. Various locations, through Oct. 21.

African culture festival
> The 100% Afriques festival showcases dance, theater, music, fashion, design, art, food and more from all over the continent. La Villette, Paris, through May 28.


Hot Topics - C'est ironique !


The Country That Dare Not Speak Its Name

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We the people seem to have a branding problem.

I happen to have been born in the United States. This doesn’t bother me as much as it does some people. I’m thinking in particular of the Europeans ...

u.s. flag

We the people seem to have a branding problem.

I happen to have been born in the United States. This doesn’t bother me as much as it does some people. I’m thinking in particular of the Europeans who seem to think that stepping outside my country’s borders instantly transforms me into an official spokesperson for its actions and policies. Over the years I have been accused of personally forcing the hapless people of France to suffer the burden of a Disney theme park on their presumably sanctified soil, threatened with deadly force in retribution for being from where I’m from (something about the Middle East) and shrieked at with astonishing viciousness for five minutes that seemed like hours by an insane woman who latched onto me in the street after hearing me speak English (something about… actually I’m not sure she knew herself). During the eight years that seemed like decades of the G.W. Bush regime I adopted the habit of telling new acquaintances that I was from New Zealand specifically to avoid this kind of situation. Then, as soon as I had let my guard down, someone came up with another U.S.-related issue that, of course, turned out to be my responsibility.

This happened at a dinner party where most of the guests had never met before. For this reason, much of the conversation was of the “and where are you from?” and “what do you do?” variety. At one point, while talking to a French woman about my age, I was in the middle of answering one of those questions when she suddenly cut me off and snapped, “You can’t say that!” Her tone of voice was like a grade school teacher scolding a pupil caught swearing on the playground, so I began mentally replaying my recent phrases in a vain attempt to figure out what had caused the offense. As I shortly learned, the term that pushed her fluorescent crimson alert button was: “American.” She went on to lecture me at length: “You can’t say ‘American’ to mean people from the United States. There’s not just you, you know. There are also Canadians, Mexicans, Nicaraguans…”

Ahhh, yeah, actually, I did know. However, rude and condescending as her outburst was, she had a point. My native land has a name problem. Technically, the terms “America” and “American” are shared by 22 other nations, plus almost that many more if you count the Caribbean. Sticking to “United States” for the country doesn’t help because there’s no good way to make it an adjective. (I have a French friend who likes to call me “etatsunisien,” but that doesn’t sound any better in French than “Unitedstatesian” does in English.) And that’s not all: the full official name of Mexico is Estados Unidos Mexicanos and the full official name of Brazil until 1968 was República dos Estados Unidos do Brasil. Yes, the United States of Mexico and the United States of Brazil. Which would make calling the citizens of the USA “Americans” a logical choice.

I asked my fellow dinner guest if she knew that (no), if she had an alternative term to propose (no) and what her own husband, who happens to be American, calls himself (no answer). Apparently she considered her contribution to the betterment of life on earth to consist of magnanimously pointing out where the problems lie so that others could get busy solving them.

Anyway, here we have a country, and kind of a biggish one at that, with three key words in its name, none of which are exclusively its own. So what should we you-know-what-ians call ourselves? In one of his films, Michael Moore jokingly suggests that we call the country The Big One, but that doesn’t yield an adjective either. (Big-one-ish? Bigonian?) We need something better. Readers are cordially invited to submit suggestions, but here’s my idea:

Based on the model of the “BosWash Megalopolis,” a term coined in 1967 to denote the uninterrupted urban zone that supposedly will one day occupy every square foot of land between Boston and Washington DC, I propose a portmanteau word using the names of the outlying states. Considering that the territory of the “so-called” United States of America extends northwest to southeast from Alaska to Florida, and southwest to northeast from Hawaii to Maine, I suggest calling the country “Alflahawma.” It may look odd but it’s not hard to say and makes a nice adjective simply by adding “n”.

Granted, this solution is not without its drawbacks. It kind of implies that British Columbia is part of the union, which (I know! I know!) is not the case, and if Puerto Rico gets statehood, it would ruin the premise. Also, the accent pattern wouldn’t work for revised versions of “America the Beautiful” and “God Bless America.” But we could generate a new patriotic anthem by rewriting the lyrics of “Oklahoma”:

A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alf — lahawma where the natives sometimes have a brain...

David Jaggard

Reader Cony Siguenza writes: "Hello, Mr. Jaggard. I like your column, and I enjoy your style, too. Here is my suggestion. There is a name that already exists: if you say to any Latin American that you are from Gringolandia (Gringoland in English), they will understand. Everybody knows that “Americans” are gringos, so Gringolandia is a logical choice. The ony problem is that South Americans think that Europeans and actually all white people are also gringos, but that is only a detail."

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