In Mexico, they have the Japanese embassy and you can get real Japanese food nearby. That means, economical food actual people from Japan eat on an everyday basis. I was able to feed my dormant, and benign addiction to various kinds of donburi, an addiction I sometimes try and fail to satisfy with the teriyaki bowls you can buy here in malls.
James Lee Burke is not the kind of writer a literature professor ought to like, but he is one I admire.
“New Orleans was a song that went under the waves….
“Every hotel on Canal still features an orchestra on the roof….
“Perhaps the city has found its permanence inside its own demise, like Atlantis, trapped forever beneath the waves….
“…But the reality is otherwise….
“New Orleans was systematically destroyed…. But in my view the irrevocable fact remains that we saw an American city turned into Baghdad on the southern rim of the United States. If we have a precedent in our history for what happened in New Orleans, it is lost on me.”
New Orleans is not back, y’all, what is back is only a vague simulacrum of the old town; it is cold comfort, yet still comfort, not to be the only one who sees this.
Axé.
Burke can really capture the feeling of a place.
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