A 1941 book called Crosby Gaige’s Cocktail Guide and Ladies’ Companion is where my favorite cocktail first appears in print.
Each time, new sheets.
The French are nuts for Ça va. They think it’s “cruel and profound in its drôlerie.”
My journey to the savage heart of French culture was well underway.
“WHRROA-kay,” he said. “Now, walk in a paranoid spirit.”
This sounded great. “Sign me up!” I said.
There is a list called “Writers Who Are Not Funny in the Traditional or Indeed Any Other Sense, But Some People Nevertheless Insist on Participating in the Fiction that They Are ‘Actually Hilarious,’ ” and it feels to me that Beckett is at the top of that list.
How could anyone think white Canadians playing the roles of slaves was a good idea?
Your entire work day has a soundtrack.