Because nothing says "tasty pierogi" like William Styron's gut-wrenching Holocaust novel.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Sophie's Choice
Because nothing says "tasty pierogi" like William Styron's gut-wrenching Holocaust novel.
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I couldn't even comment on this the first time I looked at it because it made me laugh so hard. Oh, how I LOVED Sophie's Choice and the subsequent irreversible depression in plunged me into. If only I'd had a pierogi to cheer me up.
Mmmmmm. The taste of man's inhumanity to man.
which pierogi to send to the fryer, is the real question. this is WAY funny. and i did not know pierogi's came in apricot!
I'd rather eat the book than have to read it again. That was the book that earned me the mysterious red shoes from Denise Gess. Or was that something else that earned me those? I never really understood those shoes...
For some reason, Laura, I'm thinking that maybe Francine Prose earned you the red shoes? Was there something about her wearing red shoes in Paris? I'm making that up, aren't I? It's hard to say what the logistics of that class were...but I can tell you that the lighting, furniture configuration and cosmic energy were all something akin to the hellmouth.
Total hellmouth. I hated that room ever after.
L, I remember thinking when the shoes came about that it had something to do with going to a land like Oz, a fantasy place with rainbows, etc... like a world in which writers could actually make money. Because remember that big argument? And I don't even remember how that came about since we were supposed to be talking about Sophie's effing choice, or the caves in the horrible Francine Prose book.
Anyway, it was like she was giving you the shoes so you could click your heels three times and make money as a writer? This is all just speculation, and really, no answer is going to make sense.
Maybe she gave them to me as an apology for slamming the door two inches from my nose while screaming at me to go f*** myself?
They've always seemed like less of nice gesture and more of a thumb in the eye socket.
Maybe she'll google herself, find this post, and explain the whole thing. Or maybe I should write a story about it (no doubt the story that will catapult me into fame and fortune).
I'll need a pseudonym for Denise Gess. Any ideas?
How about Genise Dess?
Ugh, the whole subject of pseudonyms makes me a little queasy at the moment, or maybe that's just the thought of my upcoming "special once-a-year medical test." Still haven't found a good euphemism for that one.
Speaking of which.....Kim, are you now feeling better enough to chew these depressive pierogi?? Hope so!
There are many things I could say on this topic, but they all take me back to a weird and scary place that makes me never want to eat dinner at a professor's house again.
And my teeth are coming along well, although they are now oddly shaped due to a rather hasty filling job by the dentist, and don't fit together as well as they should. But since I never have to go back to the dentist again (at least until December), I choose to ignore it. Thanks for asking!
Apricot Pierogis?
I'm not even sure what to think about that. Are there dessert pierogis? Are they served with a little powdered surgar?
The shoes were given to me by a good friend who sincrely wished me well. They were passed on with the same sincere wish -- not only for critical literary success -- but for great financial success, too.
Mystery solved.
Funny, I had just spoken of Kim only a month ago to group of fiction writers who also wanted to write creative nonfiction lauding her, and citing both her first piece of creative nonfiction(still memorable) and her fabulous short story featuring the thumb in the drawer as the best example of a student who wrote in both forms exceptionally well, someone whose talent was apparent instantly.
It's been an eye-opener reading this blog.
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