Molly Bloom is my name. It is a fictitious name, stolen from James Joyce who used it for the female heroine of his masterpiece, Ulysses.
Why do I choose it? Whim, mostly. It goes way back, too. My mother used to sign love-letters to my father with the name “Molly”. I used “Molly” as an alter-ego when I entertained as a street performer. Why do we like it? Molly Bloom is one of the most fascinating characters in literature. Her stream of conscious monologue at the end of Ulysses is one of the most daring and deep investigations into female psychology ever captured in fiction. Oddly, it was captured by a male. But there it is.
Let’s not stress about why the Molly. Let’s just say that Molly it is. Molly will speak spontaneously. Molly will speak the truth, as she sees it. Molly wants to share, yes — but she will tell it like it is at the risk of offending some of her readers. And exposing, embarrassing and humiliating herself. Ouch. It hurts already.
And one more thing. Molly is a complainer. In the nicest possible way. You’ll see. Buckle your seatbelts, cuz it’s bound to be bumpy. Enjoy.
