Book #18

Food by Gertrude Stein

 

Sadder than salad.

From apples to artichokes, these glittering, fragmented, painterly portraits of food by the avant-garde pioneer Gertrude Stein are redolent of sex, laughter and the joy of everyday life. 

I was really looking forward to trying some Stein, but this really wasn’t something I was meant to enjoy. Are they poems? Are they passages? I just don’t know. 

Odd, nonsensical phrasings, mashed together into a soup which almost put me to sleep. Maybe that’s the point? Being lulled into a dream world as your brain conjures images of roast beef? 

I really have no idea, but this is a baffling little collection which I won’t be going back to.