I just found out that my estranged father and his mainlander wife had a baby girl a week ago
today. He took my advice and named her Greta.* I picked it because
it evokes strength; it’s not a prissy girl name. I like names that end in “a,” and it has
been in the back of my mind ever since I read The Metamorphosis. I
find it odd that she’s going to be one of those Chinatown fob babies,
strapped to her mom with one of those crude scarves, yet she’ll bear
the name of a Kafka character due to a whim of her yuppie, 4th
generation half-sister. Let’s hope that she turns out fine and
that I do not turn into a giant insect.
*My dad rejected my second choice, Ella because he thought it sounded too much like “Aiya!” in Spanish.