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224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2000
The loneliness of the expatriate is of an odd and complicated kind, for it is inseparable from the feeling of being free, of having escaped.
There are times, as one reads about the uninsured and the armed and the executed, when French anti-Americanism begins to look extremely rational.
It is soup, beautiful soup, that I miss more than anything, not French soup, all puréed and homogenized, but American soup, with bits and things, beans and corn and even letters, in it.
“We have a beautiful existence in Paris, but not a full life,” Martha said, summing it up, “and in New York we have a full life and an unbeautiful existence.”
«جادوی رونالدو هم شبیه شاعرانگی پرفورمنسآرتیستهاست: واقعا وجود دارد ولی فقط وقتی که پسزمینهاش ملالی بیحسکننده باشد.»