December 2011
3 posts
A Moveable Feast - The Restored Edition, by Ernest Hemingway »
“I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
The I went back to writing and I entered far into the story and was lost in it. I was writing it now...
The Bang Bang Club - Snapshots from a Hidden War, by Greg Marinovich and Joao Silva » “There was a low brick building, the ticket office, between me and where the Zulu lay in the street. Suddenly I heard a hollow whoof and women began to ululate in a celebration of victory. I ran towards the edge of the elevation. The man I had thought dead was running across the field below us,...
Lunch in Paris, by Elizabeth Bard »
Could be sweet:
“When le dessert finally arrives, it looks like an innocent upsidedown chocolate cupcake, accompanied by a small cloud of freshly whipped cream. But when my spoon breaks the surface, the chocolate center flows like dark lava onto the whiteness of the plate. The last ounce of stress drains from my body. I feel my spine soften in...