New process: from time to time, a simple extract from a book I'm reading and I love.
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"Neither too loose nor too jammed, that Capri.
I was at table in a café instead. Rather, I was at table in the square, as this coffee expanded its territory seats pushed under the bamboo bamboo pedestal little bigger than saucers.
I had my laptop on the lap-it was the only possible place and I sipping espresso with a share of torta Caprese when I saw you pass the square, just outside of extension of the bar.
You wore a sleeveless dress and sandals, and I realized that you were one of those ladies of uncertain age, and your companion, somewhat sinister, his hair graying. I know what I am: small, fleeting, marginal, no one would turn on me. You, you used to attract attention, it obvious.
You've stopped before a shop that sold heavy jewelry amethyst. The seller has emerged as a genius out of his jar and he has deftly brought you there. This gave me time to settle my bill, to store my laptop and watch your husband. If it was your husband. "
Powerbook, Jeanette Winterson, Editions de l'Olivier, translated from English by Suzanne V. Mayoux.
