Writers’ Fridges: Ottessa Moshfegh
Could eat a chip butty right now tbh. Chuck some cheese on there and I’m yours.
Love this feature series from RA. Love Jane Fitz.
I'm not afraid to look in weird places. Except maybe the scouse house section.
Going miss this spot.
‘It’s the distraction from your disappointment, a bridge between crass realities and your compelling inner life.’
‘At Donkey Coffee, everyone knows his order, and they know about The Blockade. “Our baristas know where he’s at so they don’t engage him on topics that would make him uncomfortable,” said Angie Pyle, the coffee shop’s co-owner.’
A nice read.
The next day the same man dragged a reluctant fellow prisoner into my office, ordering him to give me his dal recipe, which he had simmering inside an electric kettle.
“He went from being this cordial, polite person who understood he was a guest in my house,” Frost said in one of the articles, “to someone who was approaching me aggressively and flat-out saying, ‘This is my house now.’”
‘I will consume mozzarella sticks with the voraciousness of bacteria feasting on the muscle tissue of a corpse.’
‘Those who loved Mark E. and were hurt by him may now mourn him, even as they recognize his destructiveness…’
This is pretty scary.
The worst thing that's ever happened to me in solitary confinement happens every day. It's when I wake up.
We only sought out ones that were worth the effort. Rooftops that would give us the best views. Rooftops that brought us closer to the heavens. Hotels, apartments, office towers — usually at least 40 stories high.
Nice profile of a restauranteur I'm a little fascinated with...
‘We is corrupt. We is make-believe. The real question is this: can I love the art but hate the artist? Can you? When I say we, I mean I. I mean you.’
This is an outstanding piece of writing.