VERY excited about the book I just got in the mail… “The Spies” by Brazilian writer of philosophic mystery, Luís Fernando Veríssimo… only his third book (that I know of) that’s been translated into English.
(Into British English, of course. We Americans are so provincial.)
I NEED THIS. I’ve already read the other 2 (“Borges and the Eternal Orangutans” and “The Club of Angels”) twice.
He writes stuff like this:
“All gastronomic pleasure is a co-opted form of sexual desire. We interrupt the organic process of a plant or animal in order to eat it and we exhaust our own voluptuousness, our own perverted sexual desire, in the pleasure of eating.”