Monthly Archives: June 2012

And thus my dinner plate in an unfamiliar city with its rivers and lighted bridges was graced not only with chilled wine and lemon slices but with compassion and sorrow even after the waiter removed my plate with the head … Continue reading →

[Here, a young Vietnamese cook, hired by a famous writer, speaks to himself:] “Quinces are ripe when they are the yellow of canary wings in midflight….But even then quinces remain a fruit, hard and obstinate – useless, GertrudeStein, until they … Continue reading →