The Jude Law dustup has spilled from the entertainment news, over the levies and sandbags, and is running through the streets of the blogosphere with considerable force. Litbloggers like Sarah Weinman have seized on the story, perhaps because lurking at the heart of the matter is a nanny. Literature of recent years is rife with nanny stories, beginning with The Nanny Diaries and culminating….apparently never. Nannies of dubious legal standing have been the downfall of political appointees, judges, kings, and, now, an actor.
“Now, glimmering on her eastern balcony…came the white leman of Tithonus old…forth of her lover’s arms reluctantly…her brow was starred with jewels manifold…set in the likeness of the beast whose tail…smites on the people and whose blood is cold.”
Jude, read your Dante. Almost as though Canto IX were written for a special edition of E.