England has always reveled in its drawing-room dramas, from Jane Austen’s social minefields to E.M. Forster’s Howards End to Upstairs, Downstairs — and yes, the blockbuster Downton Abbey. John Lanchester’s brilliant Capital, set on a once-ordinary London block whose housing prices have skyrocketed, has the distinction of being the first brick-and-mortar novel set squarely in our current times.
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Posted by Lizzie on 12/04/06
Some ways French women actually might get fat:
1. Observe lack of apple-distinguishing powers in American children so keenly, distractedly consume several MacDonald’s apple pies;
2. Cannot stave off massive nose growth after writing the phrase, “I try not to take myself too seriously”;
3. Extol pleasures of the firm, sweet and ruddy-cheeked; eat small French child;
4. Must accommodate insistence on appending French translations to all English words, even though Americans have pretty much been up to speed on the “sauce=coulis” thing for centuries;
5. Double in size from excessive self-satisfaction, regard.
