The Wire | A Review of Paris
Bud Smith, of recent Dust Bunny City fame (Disorder Press), reviewed the city of Paris for Barrelhouse Mag. When I say he reviewed Paris, I really mean that he writes stories in the shape of absurdist reviews and calls them "Reviews of My Life." I quite enjoyed this paragraph:
There are small cafes everywhere. Some of the small cafes have even smaller cafes in them. These smaller small cafes have microscopic cafes in them too. It keeps going forever like that. Atoms and molecules and theoretical cafe quarks. In the smallest of all cafes, I’m sitting there drunk in the afternoon and another American walks in an orders Steak Tartare without knowing what it is. The uncooked horse meat and egg yoke comes out on a plate and it looks like brains. The woman scoops a small amount of the brains into her mouth and begins to chew and then spits the brains out and yells to the waiter that her food is undercooked. She wants the brains medium well, please, and hurry up, she has somewhere to be. D plus
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