My confession: I listen to great music very badly.
That’s the thing: once it’s in their hands, it’s not my book anymore, it’s theirs. I have no idea what happens when they start to digest it. So when someone writes me to explain how they read it, what it was like, what they enjoyed, there’s a thrill. Writers who don’t make their email addresses...
Rosecrans is a family name – it used to be a last name in our family.
Heads of France lead from a palace, and traditionally they retire to a cloud.
My grandmother died from Alzheimer’s, and it was a big shock. For the families left behind, it is not an easy closure. It’s not a gradual fading. The person is losing so much of their humanity as they’re dying. Losing your memories, you lose so much of who you are as a person.
No one really knows the value of book tours. Whether or not they’re good ideas, or if they improve book sales. I happen to think the author is the last person you’d want to talk to about a book. They hate it by that point; they’ve already moved on to a new lover. Besides, the...
I was 23 when I learned how to cook; I grew up around the same time. It was precisely then that Thanksgiving started to mean something more. Growing up, Christmas was always about me, and eventually you, when I finally started to enjoy the giving part. But Thanksgiving is always about us.
Paris’s neighborhoods, the arrondissements, are organized like a twist. They spiral from the river like toilet water flushing in reverse and erupting out of the bowl – a corkscrew or what have you, a flattened pig’s tail, a whorling braid notched one to 20.
I never had the idea of moving to Paris and becoming something. I liked the idea of living in Paris because it seemed to have so many parts of life I really enjoyed. The people there seemed to prize literature and art, food and drinking, a more hedonistic way of living.
I think the place we love the most is the Parc des Buttes Chaumont. It’s in the 19th arrondissement. It’s where I would go jogging and my wife, Rachel, and I would go for walks. It’s appreciated by Parisians but it’s not really known to tourists.
Americans love popcorn, and their love doesn’t quit.
In college, my wife did a study abroad in Nairobi, and I did the exact same program in Cape Town. For me, the experience of being in that other culture really set up a longing. When I’m traveling, things seem really sharp. You learn things ten times faster.
By and large, the Mexican food in Paris is horrible.
Lunch is the best time of day to eat in Paris. Then you get to go walk it off afterwards.
Frankly, it’s depressing, each night sleeping in someone else’s home. I miss having a roof to my name. Our situation isn’t an ‘All in the Family’ cliche, but it’s still easy to see reality in plain terms: I live with my in-laws, and I can’t say when that will change.
Of course, there’s no reason that Paris should have decent Mexican food. It’s a silly expectation – there’s a Mexican population in Paris, but they’re not exactly traveling there from across the border. Paris also doesn’t do Peruvian all that well, either.