a plump firm lady
July 3, 2011
What I hadn’t discussed before: I also love the way Sophie Dahl describes food, the metaphors she uses. Furthermore: the presentation of the dishes plays a huge part & flowers feature heavily. And to end the day with even more britishness: for the ultimate 60s and 70s playlist might I suggest The Boat That Rocked OST. And maybe hide beneath a blanket with either Chocolat or Five Quarters of the Orange by Joanne Harris.
“Here I have a mixture of blackberries, blueberries and a few black currants. There’s something triumphant and celebratory about them. They belong in a Ruben painting with a plump firm lady kind of lying amidst it. It won’t be me.”
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“….one of those long, romantic novels, six hundred and fifty pages of small print, translated from French or German or Hungarian or something — because few of the English ones have the exact feeling I mean. And you read one page of it or even one phrase of it, and then you gobble up all the rest and go about in a dream for weeks afterwards, for months afterwards — perhaps all your life, who knows? — surrounded by those six hundred and fifty pages, the houses, the streets, the snow, the river, the roses, the girls, the sun, the ladies’ dresses and the gentlemen’s voices, the old, wicked, hard-hearted women and the old, sad women, the waltz music — everything. What is not there you put in afterwards, for it is alive, this book, and it grows in your head. ‘The house I was living in when I read that book,’ you think, or ‘This colour reminds me of that book.”