Mysterious, ambiguous, sensational, ridiculous
The fantasy-prone heroine of Elmer Rice's Dream Girl (1945) is an aspiring novelist and not very successful proprietor of a small bookshop which is lately out of copies of the best-selling bodice-ripper Always Opal, an obvious riff on Kathleen Winsor's Forever Amber: "I was appreciating Opal's hot affair with Monseigneur de Montrouget and you interrupted me just as they were about to—" Alternatives proposed to a disappointed customer do not meet with success. The new Russian novel The Dniepier Goes Rolling Along is equally kidding Mikhail Sholokhov's And Quiet Flows the Don/The Don Flows Home to the Sea, but I have no idea what My Heart Is Like a Trumpet is riffing on. "Mary Myrtle Miven's latest . . . a sort of idyllic love story about two horses. Very tender and poetic." I feel I should be able to detect the joke from the available information, but I got nothing. When the love interest entered the scene with an armload of unwanted ARCs, I was faintly surprised I had never encountered a copy of Fun with a Chafing Dish at a library sale myself.

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Fun with a Chafing Dish seems like something one could induce a right-wing civic group to ban...
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In my sleep-deprived condition, I ran these two phrases together and now I feel My Heart Is Like an Opera House is a legitimately intriguing title. I would want to know how!
Fun with a Chafing Dish seems like something one could induce a right-wing civic group to ban...
It really does. Perhaps we should astroturf it.
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My father was the keeper of the Eddystone light
And he slept with a mermaid one fine night
Out of this union there came three
A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me!
Of the alliterative pair,
One’s on exhibit as a talking fish
The other was served in a chafing dish.
So there you have it; sex with an unnaturally natural being. I think chimeric counts as Queer.
And I want Edward Gorey's illustration of that Chafing Dish.
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One of Ogdred Weary's finest.
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It was mine, too, but I couldn't make the horses fit.
(My second was E.B. White, but not in 1945.)
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I admire the distance of this joke.
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This line lives in my head rent-free and is 100% responsible for my not ranting about rhyme scheme much of the time, thus sparing the general population. Rhyme scheme is definitely one of my "Who put a quarter in THAT jukebox" special interests.
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It didn't ring any bells with me, either, which makes me feel there must be an obvious clanger waiting around the corner.
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Hey, I liked the hospital melodrama!
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It is! Thank you for the pointer. I'd heard the claim about Batman, but never encountered any of her travel writing, or even any of her nonfiction. "The Middle Boy, who is by way of being a chemist and has systematically blown himself up with home-made explosives for years—the Middle Boy found at least a dozen silver mines of fabulous value, although the men in the party insisted that his specimens were iron pyrites and other unromantic minerals."
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Ten years ago I picked up at a copy at, actually, a library sale and gave it to
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I saw this post on the "latest things" page, and I immediately thought of "National Velvet", which is probably wrong, but I can't unsee it, so I had to share it!
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Fair enough!
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Nothing that makes me go "Aha!"
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One of those was made into a movie, one was supposed to be, and one I've never heard of!
Your librarianship is much appreciated.
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It's the elusive My Heart Is Like a Trumpet. Any thoughts?
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It could have been a viola.
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I vaguely suspect it might be Moyra Charlton, who wrote several horse books in the 1930s including Tally Ho!, Echoing Horn, and Three White Stockings, which is horse POV story that does involve two horses. She was English, which feels like it relates the trumpet to a hunting horn reference.
But there's hardly any information about her except for people who collect rare horse books, and I'm probably missing something that would be obvious to someone who went thru a real horse phase.
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I don't think I know her at all! And I read a lot of Marguerite O'Henry at the appropriate developmental phase. That's great. Thank you for throwing her name into the ring, horse-POV and all.
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Her Wikipedia page doesn't have a complete list of titles, but the fan site has quite a few.
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I have definitely never heard of her! I love the writers this conversation is bringing out of the woodwork.
I like the sound of By Way of the Silverthorns (1941), even though I am sure I would have been allergic to the spirituality. I barely manage Elizabeth Goudge.
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There's a few that are non-spiritual, like The Best Man or Aunt Crete's Emancipation, but they're all very much of their time (period-typical sexism and racism). Though it is fun sometimes to read about an era when small planes were unrestricted and one could take a train almost anywhere.
It's such an interesting puzzle you've found and I hope someday you can find a pointer to the actual book! There must be a bit of trivia hidden somewhere...