you know who needs a new metaphor?
Nora Ephron, that's who. She falls in love with her cookbooks, she falls in love with her apartment. I wonder if it's the reason or by product of being a Hollywood big-wig; the world and all its objects are performing in some kind of bittersweet romantic comedy. Ew. "Moving On, A love affair with the Apthorp." In the June 5 issue.
Categories: newyorker, bored/frustrated
Categories: newyorker, bored/frustrated
posted by zoe p. at 12:14 PM
1 Comments:
yep. I think we lost Nora sometime between 1980 (new edition of Crazy Salad, un-censored), and 1984 (Crazy Salad Plus Nine minus the Linda Lovelace interview). Too bad. I thought she really nailed a couple of things about following recipes and cross-dressing.
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