Like many people in the United States right now, I have a renewed interest in Julia Child. M brought home a copy of Child's memoir My Life In France and I was immediately pulled in by her prose, which is just as radiant and charming as she was. Example...
"I closed my eyes and inhaled the rising perfume. Then I lifted a forkful of fish to my mouth, took a bite, and chewed slowly. The flesh of the sole was delicate, with a light but distinct taste of the ocean that blended marvelously with the browed butter. I chewed slowly and swallowed. It was a morsel of perfection."
If people are wondering why a character like Child is resonating throughout our culture today, I think David Denby of the New Yorker put it best...
"She was incapable of modern irony."
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