Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Al Pacino, take note

Easing back into this by borrowing someone else’s work....

I’m reading Garrison Keillor’s book, Liberty. In the early pages, an older man—one of Keillor’s Minnesota Lutherans, a mechanic who would rather be sybaritically surfing in Santa Barbara—is comically and touchingly obsessed by a young woman. “She smelled,” we are told, “like young corn, buttered.”

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