A travel memoir; a novel about boredom and erotic reverie.
Dear readers,
To quote Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka:
Hold your breath/Make a wish/Count to three/Come with me and you’ll be/In a world of pure imagination.
Instead of touring a surreal chocolate manufacturer today, we’re wishing ourselves to someplace much realer and saltier, which is … Italy! I was fortunate enough to travel to lovely Parma last month on assignment for this newspaper. That article isn’t print-ready yet, but I will alert you when it’s out. Until then, we can armchair-travel together through the power of text.
The only thing I read while in Parma was a phrasebook that proved indispensable for ordering cornetti and requesting napkins after being aerially struck by an Italian pigeon. But the real gold was what I read before the trip, in anticipation.
Buon divertimento,
Molly
“Boredom,” by Alberto Moravia; translated by Angus Davidson
Fiction, 1960
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