Wednesday Word: Zolf

First off, I do apologize to everyone for today's word.  You see, it's not really a word: it's a name.

A last name, to be precise.

What is the first name of this interestingly named person you ask?

'shame' I don't remember.

You see, a few years ago I worked at a book store in the fiction section, and one of the ways I kept myself amused was by finding interesting author's names. 

Like Wasserstein.  (water-cup!)

Or Vivian Vande Velde.  (can someone say pen-name?  Pen-name!)

And my eternal favorite: Zolf.

Whatever their first name was, it certainly wasn't as memorable as their last name which I proceeded to say over and over again in a croaking voice as I walked around the store.

Why a croaking voice?  Well, because 'Zolf' sounds like something a crow would croak out: Zolf!  Zolf!  Zolf  Zolf!

Isn't it fun?  Zolf!

No?  You don't think so?  Well, maybe it's the sort of thing that's only terribly amusing when you're bored out of your skull from stacking books on a shelf. 

Zolf.  Zolf!

Nope, still fun.  :)

But I do feel slightly embarrassed that I can't recall their first name.  I mean, I wrote a post about them and everything.  A quick Google search reveals a few possibilities.

Rachel Zolf: a published poet from Canada.


Larry Zolf: a journalist from Canada--and incidentally Rachel Zolf's father.

It would help immensely if I could remember anything about the book itself, but alas, I have only the fading recollection that it was either black, dark green, or dark blue.

And the fact that the author's name was Zolf.

Zolf!  Zolf!