Gems in the Rough
March 29, 2010
JoAnn Ferguson
The glint in JoAnn Ferguson’s eye—if you catch it before she evasively looks away—betrays her mischief. The slight curl of her lips barely disguises the pleasure she derives from her devilment. Opinionated to a fault, she needs only a hint of assent or objection to translate her correspondent’s reaction into either glee or resentment. Don’t expect direct statements, just innuendo—usually deprecatory. Her tongue moves with the precision of a lizard’s, striking quickly and with intent. Some call it satire; I find it more visceral than cerebral.