If these men were wines:
Salman Rushdie is almost Moscato at times, light and playful, in The Enchantress of Florence. His Verses, much maligned; though, like Dante, he was getting back at lots of folks, for lots of good reasons. He rocks with an arugula salad, sprinkles of hazelnuts, shavings of pecorino. Or, a deep curry.
Pirandello is darker, moodier, a robust Angiovese, lingering with you through your entire meal of pasta bolognese, and a rack of lamb with new potatoes. He's the South, I feel, the South of Italy the way I remember, dark, fierce, full of concerns and traditions that pop up whenever you try to get too comfortable.
Kundera is a breath of fresh air, a young Pinot Grigio, full of hints, peaches and pears, and a hint of shadowy truffle. Best with stroganoff, with light sourcream and lots and lots of mushrooms. I want then to lie in bed for the afternoon, or in a hammock under a big oak and talk trash with the likes of Kant.
Salman Rushdie is almost Moscato at times, light and playful, in The Enchantress of Florence. His Verses, much maligned; though, like Dante, he was getting back at lots of folks, for lots of good reasons. He rocks with an arugula salad, sprinkles of hazelnuts, shavings of pecorino. Or, a deep curry.
Pirandello is darker, moodier, a robust Angiovese, lingering with you through your entire meal of pasta bolognese, and a rack of lamb with new potatoes. He's the South, I feel, the South of Italy the way I remember, dark, fierce, full of concerns and traditions that pop up whenever you try to get too comfortable.
Kundera is a breath of fresh air, a young Pinot Grigio, full of hints, peaches and pears, and a hint of shadowy truffle. Best with stroganoff, with light sourcream and lots and lots of mushrooms. I want then to lie in bed for the afternoon, or in a hammock under a big oak and talk trash with the likes of Kant.
As I change pictures, I shall explain the composition as I see it.
ReplyDeleteThe previous one, cars stuck in traffic in front of a schoolhouse, (in Paris,btw), seen through a window, shadows and reflections alol jumpled, that one was my state of mind at the beginning of this project.
I have no plans of changing.
It just happens.
How intriguing and imagistic to compare these men to wines--and then to create a menu to further taste and feel them. This is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteSono passato per augurarti una buona giornata con un sorriso.
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Ann, sometimes I get the urge to play.
ReplyDeleteDual, ciao. Ti ringrazio per la visita.
i agree with ann -- how utterly intriguing and creative rosaria -- i can already tell that this blog is going to be one enjoyable ride....
ReplyDeleteSo good to see you, Amanda.
ReplyDeletei wiish i could say i've read these authors, but that would be a lie.
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