"It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy"
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Theroux takes a folksy moral rule and snaps it into something queasier and smarter: naming isn’t just sentiment, it’s a legal fiction of the heart. The first sentence sounds like farmhouse wisdom, the kind you’d hear to stop kids from getting attached to dinner. But it’s also a compact theory of language. To name an animal is to drag it from the category of “livestock” into the category of “someone.” The taboo isn’t really about appetite; it’s about grammar. Once you’ve assigned a proper noun, you’ve granted standing.
Then he swerves into the ventriloquist line, which is where the joke sharpens into a miniature horror story. A dummy is a thing made to seem alive, animated by a hidden human voice. Eating it would be absurd, yes, but the absurdity exposes the underlying violence of the first idea: when you name a pet, you make it a character in your private theater, a creature that “speaks” through your affection and projection. Consuming it would be a kind of auto-cannibalism, the ventriloquist devouring the prop that lets him perform his own humanity.
The subtext is cynical about tenderness. Our bonds to animals can be real, but Theroux needles the way we manufacture intimacy through labels and narratives, then treat that manufactured aliveness as sacred. The line lands because it makes sentimentality look like stagecraft - and makes cruelty look, suddenly, like a contradiction you can’t swallow.
Then he swerves into the ventriloquist line, which is where the joke sharpens into a miniature horror story. A dummy is a thing made to seem alive, animated by a hidden human voice. Eating it would be absurd, yes, but the absurdity exposes the underlying violence of the first idea: when you name a pet, you make it a character in your private theater, a creature that “speaks” through your affection and projection. Consuming it would be a kind of auto-cannibalism, the ventriloquist devouring the prop that lets him perform his own humanity.
The subtext is cynical about tenderness. Our bonds to animals can be real, but Theroux needles the way we manufacture intimacy through labels and narratives, then treat that manufactured aliveness as sacred. The line lands because it makes sentimentality look like stagecraft - and makes cruelty look, suddenly, like a contradiction you can’t swallow.
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