Friday, March 07, 2008

Talking Spanish

Along with Nabokov's, I'd buy a book of Luc Sante interviews:

When I lived on St. John’s Place I ran out of coffee on a Sunday morning, so I went to the corner bodega and asked–in English–for a bag of El Pico. The clerk looked at me blankly, then disappeared into the back. He returned with a large jar, from which he proceeded to extract an enormous half-sour pickle.

Luc Sante: Walloon for the Hell of It, Who Walk in Brooklyn



Blogger Sarah Weinman said...

As would I, as would I.

10:39 AM  

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