Inside my recent issue of Conde Nast Traveler, I noticed a pull-out advertisement (complete with excerpts) for a new book, The Conde Nast Traveler Book of Unforgettable Journeys. The pull-out guide contained a nifty preview to four or five of the writers who contributed to the anthology, including Nicole Krauss. I have always been a huge fan of her husband, Jonathan Safran Foer. Who seems like a nice guy. Not spoiled. Despite that $6.7 million-you've-got-to-be-kidding-me brownstone in Park Slope. V. Woolf said one needs a room of her own, not a fucking palace. Anyhow, I digress. Below, a sentence from Ms. Krauss' excerpt about Japan:"We have come to Japan in part because we've had the brilliant idea of turning the patch of nothingness behind our Brooklyn house into a Japanese garden—only we don't know how."
Don't most people just buy a book for that? Like this one? Ah, to be a Krauss-Safran-Foer...
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