The thing I hate most about writing blog posts is thinking up titles. I’m just too stupid. That said, I had specific reasons for using the title “Falling Usher” for this little post about Scott McClellan’s new book. If you can name three of them, I will kiss you square on the lips. What a prize!
Any Takers?
Oh, and a panda.





Well … Fall of the House of Usher, I would assume. I’m a little murky after that.
Scottie was the “usher” to the horror show that was the Bush White House? “Please be seated ladies and gentlemen …”
Something to do with Usher, the performer?
Don’t expect I’m a winner here, but if so I’ll take the Panda. Give the kiss to your girlfriend … Homey don’t play dat! ^_^
From Wikipedia;
“The duties of a gentleman usher, not unlike those of a contemporary butler, made him quite important in Tudor and 17th century households. George Chapman’s play The Gentleman Usher has as its title character the pompous but easily fooled Bassiolo, Gentleman Usher to Lord Lasso.”
There’s got to be something Shakespearean in here, too.
I hate this sort of thing, because I’m bad at it.
Ok, we’re on the right track with one explanation, The Fall of the House of Usher. For the prize, I’ll need to have that one fleshed out a bit more. I hadn’t actually thought of The Gentleman Usher, but that would actually work. I’ll give credit for it if you can also explain the reason for choosing The Fall of the House of Usher. I’ll also need one of the two outstanding reasons.
Is using Wikipedia again cheating?
“Romanticism is represented in the same way, for the character of Usher brings the stereotype of the Romantic poet to its extreme. Usher closely resembles the bedazzled, melancholy genius who is haunted by death and madness.”
Otherwise, and strictly out of my own little brain, I’m going with the house built on a bog sinking into said bog. D.C. is pretty much reclaimed wetland, isn’t it? And there’s a whole heck of a lot of hypochondriac hysterical type people running around, bringing on, and in fact cheering on, their own doom. At least lately.
I never could wrap my head around that story. I’m limited in my ability to imagine crazy people.
And no, I’m not desperate. Just tenacious.
The Washington wetland sinking thing works, as an image. And I’m thinking “The Fall of the House of Bush”, as a resonance here. House of Bush is certainly a phrase we know, as the Bush “dynasty” threatened to to sink our nation under decades of malevolent patrician rule (let’s hope Jenna and Barb don’t have political aspirations!)
Scottie’s book … ushers in … a new political era, as it signals the end of the old one. The final nail in the coffin (I hope - a beast is always most dangerous when cornered … and the Bushie beasts do have nukes … yikes!)
Good, good. Now we just need one last reason.
Mmm … the “House Of Bush (Usher)” bit hit me right away, from the title. The rest of it I’m less sure of …
Scottie has fallen from grace with the House of Bush (Usher). As a former member of that “House”, part of its inner circle, he is now a … fallen … Usher (Bush), despised by the “family”. Or in the process of falling, as is the “House” itself. So … Falling Usher. Works for me!
Also a Falling Usher (Bushie) in the sense that they’re gonna cut him off at the knees, as we’re already seeing from Unka Karl and company. It’s what they do, as Richard Clarke and others know all too well.
“You’re takin’ a fall here kid, that’s just how it is. Ya should’na crossed us!”
McClellan is the narrator, the one who escapes to watch the once-noble house sink into the slime. Or is it the bit with the nasty creature coming from outside and ripping the house apart?
McClellan is the narrator who observes the fall of the house as he walks away. That’s the definitive answer for part one. Remember, I’m giving credit to you for The Gentleman Usher, so you only have one two go, with two outstanding. Think outside of fiction. I gave a clue in another post.
Every nice thing I’ve said about you? I take back.
I go search cluse. Oh!
Man, my head is stuck on Frank Lloyd Wright and Falling Water.
Dread enters into this.
ARRRGGGHHH!!!
Usher. The singer.