Scénariste/conceptrice
I just finished preparing the ganache for three different kind of dark chocolate truffles: coffee, piment d’Espelette and absinthe. Of course, I had to taste every m�lange to make sure the proportions of ingredients were just right, so now I feel wired, hot and I see little green fairies flying around.
Or maybe it’s just the cold.
« The point was, finally, that Donna did not read. He guessed all men did not have to love women who were interested in their work; somehow a veterinarian could leave his work with its odors in the shower before dinner, spend his evening with a beloved woman who did not want a house pet. But he could not. Literature was what he turned to for passion and excitement, where he entered a world of questions he could not answer, so he finished a novel or poem or story feeling blessed with humility, with awe of life, with the knowledge that he knew so little about how one was supposed to live. So, better to have the company of a girl who loved literature ans simply had not read much because she was young, far more exciting to listen to a girl’s delight at her first reading of Play It As It Lays or Fat City, than to be with a woman in her thirties who did not read because she had chosen not to, had gone to the magazines and television. »
From the novella: Finding a Girl in America, by Andre Dubus, in We don’t live here anymore.