Any other Alienoras out there?

Am I, or am I not, the only Alienora? Confused, I am!  She says, slipping into Yoda Mode. Ultimately, who cares? But, it has given me a different slant to my thinking process today!


This, from my perspective, is what an Alienora looks like because, as far as I know, I am the only one!

The thing about having a very unusual name is that it is hard to imagine any other looks adorning, or character inhabiting, it! Think about it for a moment: I am now fifty-eight years, seven months and six days old and, in all my life, have NEVER met another Alienora. The nearest I have come was a chance meeting with a three year old French child, named Alienor, in Castello Taverna, Kastellos, Crete, last summer!

Most of you reading this will have seen people of all shapes, sizes, colours and personalities sharing YOUR name, and, in that sense, it becomes part of the naming process as well as something peculiar to you. In many ways, I envy you.

But a moniker like Alienora? Nope! Never seen a thin one, a black one, a tall one, an ancient one (even more ancient than me, I mean!), one with straight hair or a turned-up snout, or brown eyes or conventional dress sense! Never met a sporty one, or a mathematically-gifted example, or one with small bosoms and a wasp waist. You get the idea, I am sure.

I feel completely alone in my Alienora-ishness! Unique, yes, but also isolated in a sense.

To add to the weirdness of it all, mine is not one of those names easy to pronounce – like Jane, for example, or John. Can’t go wrong with either of those one-syllable wonders! But Alienora??! Fraught with possibility of error!

For starters, it has five syllables and not, as some people insist, four. Phonetically, it comes out as Al-ee-uh-nor-ra – and not Al-un-or-ra. The first three syllables do not sound the same as the alternative name for an extra-terrestrial, despite my joking ‘Alien Aura’ name for my previous blog!

It’s strange, quite unnerving, to think that, so far, I have never needed to be distinguished from others bearing my name by surname or nickname.

When I look in the mirror (not a huge priority in my every day existence!), the face staring back at me IS Alienora. I am not for a moment implying that this is any different for any of you reading this piece: Of course we are the sum of all our identity’s jigsaw pieces, and for all of us the visage gurning back IS the essence of Jane or John. But for most others, they are bound, occasionally, to meet another with the same name.

No me. Not so far!

So – are there any other Alienoras out there? Have you ever met one, heard of one, heard a rumour that one might be in the embryonic offing?

I’d love to know!


21 thoughts on “Any other Alienoras out there?

  1. Well. The good thing about it is that when you do a google search for Alienora (and you need go no further as the automatic complete does the rest) – it’s pretty much all you for the first two pages!! Lesser mortals pay a lot of money to get even a sniff at these hallowed top spots… :p

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  2. I’ve never heard of the name before. But it’s a unique name for a unique person. I’m sure a fair few people are envious of that. :0). There is a fictional Alienora – in a book called The Lady of the Serpents by Douglas Clegg, a vampire story

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      1. Not to be such a nerd of my own fiction but…Alienora is distinctly not a vampire in The Vampyricon novels. She’s the daughter of a Baron and she turns very dark and (might I hint) evil when the young man she loves is conscripted into war during a vaguely 11th –12th century time period.

        She does some horrible things, along with upending the earth in some way. I’m sure you’re nothing like her. First book is The Priest of Blood. Just sayin’.

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        1. Good heavens, Douglas, if one cannot be a nerd about one’s own fiction, when can one indulge in nerdiness, eh?! With regard to your fictional Alienora, yes, conscription of bloke (in every sense) does tend to bring out the inner merewife in one of that name – and any child I taught who rattled my cage was, indeed, asking for the horrible thing and earth-upending experience! Perhaps my comment on my fictional counterpart’s blood-sucking proclivities was mere wishful thinking: Such a skill could be such an asset for the teacher struggling to control a class, I feel – ‘Shut up or I’ll bite you!’ having so much more clout than, ‘Shut up or you’ll be in detention!’

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        1. French, as I understand it, Simon – though my father originally found it, belonging to a fourteenth century woman, on the Browning family tree. There could, for all I know, be a plethora of us out there; I am hoping this post might flush a few out of the proverbial undergrowth!


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