A short post about a novel I’m very much enjoying right now. In fact, this is me enjoying it in a cafe somewhere in Holloway. The fruit tea alongside is, as ever, disappointing. Show me a fruit tea that tastes nice and I will make you a king.
Meg Wolitzer’s The Interestings is a feast if you’re interested in breezily brilliant writing about smell. You have to train-spot carefully for the moments, but it’s worth it.
Some of of the story is set in a US Summer Camp in the 1970s, where that classic cologne Canoe makes an appearance on one of the boys trying to play suave, and the narrative in general tracks a small group of sarcastic, intelligent teens as they grow up, adjust their expectations in life and get wistful.
But the most lovely description so far is this, on the nostalgia and sadness that sets in on the last day of camp:
“The smells from breakfast had mostly faded, and would not return for a full year. Still now she could make out a trace of egg and some kind of natural cleaning fluid; but it was all muted and sad, dissipating quickly like skywriting…’
I’ll report more delicious bits as I come across them.Read More