Rating

★★★★☆

Category

literature

Read

2026-10-02

Pages

416

Loved the writing but stopped caring a bit towards the end.

“Oh my God,” Vito whispered, squeezing my arm, “it’s Zsa Zsa Gabor.” “That’s just a Russian lady,” I said. “They all look like that.” Vito announced that I had trampled on his dream. I told him that’s what dreams are for.

glass jars of jellied meats that look like cat food, and which French people call a “terrine” and eat as if it were not cat food. It all gets mixed up in your stomach anyhow, I heard no one say as people lined up to buy this stuff.

to misunderstand the adult world, and to misuse it, are the precursors to innovation.