It’s hard to say for sure, but I’m starting to believe that the minute I go into my writing cave — I’m at work on my next memoir which is due out from Berkley Books sometime in 2015; the “cave” is what happens when I hit the place where I think, 24/7, about nothing other than what I’m writing. […]
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(For Christina Choi, 1977-2011) My grandmother was the primary cook in my house when I was growing up, and much of what she made had a sort of Mitteleuropan bent to it: veal breast was stuffed with dried fruit, strudel was laden with cabbage, roast chicken was redolent of paprika, beef was braised with caraway […]
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