Vincent at Ninety

About a month ago I published the first of what aims to be a long and fruitful series of posts (to be collected here) exploring the relationship between Underneath the Bunker (that great online journal) and ‘google search terms’ (sweet source of so many alluring mysteries).

In the first piece, you may remember, I drew attention to the term ‘baby swallowed tin foil by mistake’ – a phrase that allowed me to ponder the possibilities of frantic fathers turning to contemporary European fiction to solve baby bodily crises. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this blog has since been raided, almost daily, by yet more ‘baby tin foil’ fans – all of whom, I fear, have been brought here in vain. I am beginning to feel that it is my duty to supply actual information to cool these frantic brows – but, alas, I am no doctor. In my humble experience, however, I have never considered it wise to let a baby loose on the mince, apple or beef and ale pies.

Enough of that. Today I will move onto another term entirely: one that may seem obscure and strange to the outsider, but which stands much closer to the journal’s content than you might have known. Here is the term, searched for by god knows which stranger, in which country, and on whose time:

‘gogh faked death – clearly relates the Van Gogh controversy’

And here, of course, is the article it must have led to: The End, The End, The End (of Lucas de Boer)

More on this later, I imagine.


2 thoughts on “Vincent at Ninety

  1. How does anyone know the baby swallowed the tin-foil by mistake? It have been perfectly aware of its actions, though almost certainly unaware of its possible implications.

  2. It has, indeed, always irked me when parents toss motives upon their mute children. ‘He’s crying because he’s tired’ is a common excuse for a baby whose real reason for copious tear-spilling is the growing realisation he’s been born into a middle-class suburban family who have Raphael’s wondering angels framed on the living room wall. Such a baby might swallow tin-foil in the hope of choking.

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