It’s Monday morning on the East Coast of the United States, and we all know what that means: Terrible traffic, grumpy faces, hurried walks, lots of adjectives in written and spoken language. The level of preoccupation is staggering.
Over here, courtside, it’s a heady mix of menu planning: Pan seared tuna, slow cooked and spicy tomato sauce with penne, scallops, fondue, turkey meatloaf. You’d never guess we’re in Tartus. And isn’t that the point? Food and all the thinking that goes with it as a healthy substitute for any reckoning. Houellebecq notes this in his unbelievably sad, provocative, and ironic new novel, “Submission.” More time on duck necks than on the murders at the gas station on the way.
Still, it’s possible and even quite easy to hold two thoughts, even disparate ones, simultaneously. For example: The Stone House olive oil–with six bottles of a new press!–arrive this week while at the same time the opposition looks to a big win in Myanmar.
And that’s just today.