Toast

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What do we need to know about a person in order to like them? Before she wrapped her leftover buttered toast inside a paper napkin, I didn’t know whether I liked her or not. Then, when she wrapped up her toast in the napkin, I suddenly loved her. Before she wrapped up her toast, she had been making an effort to show herself to be a sophisticated and an impressive young editor from a respected magazine. Then, when she did that, the performance dropped; not only was she underpaid, the gesture said, but she really liked toast. She liked toast even more than she liked being admired.

~ Sheila Heti, Motherhood: A Novel (Henry Holt and Co., May 1, 2018)


Portrait: Sheila Heti

Comments

  1. I love it!

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  2. Oh, to write like that…

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  3. what a beautiful expression… I loved it too, sometimes details hit us more…. Thank you, Love, nia

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  4. the real person revealed. human connection

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  5. So beautiful…

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  6. Nothing more delightful than the ruminations of a keen observer. This is wonderful, pal, and not for nothing, but it made me think of your writing. You have a wonderful way of watching and describing the world around you, noting behaviors or sartorial details that help to tell a story….

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  7. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    It’s always best to reserve a decision until more information is known … being oneself if better than being fake!!

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  8. And that is why I have a ziplock bag in my handbag …. 😉

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  9. The little things…

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  10. Little things can say a lot.

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  11. cabell coward says:

    sometimes people say when they are done or finished beyond a reasonable foreseeable future ” i’m toast”

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  12. To see authenticity in a world where everyone is pretending, is a gift. Beautiful writing

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  13. My mother always wrapped up the toast and took it. Not for herself, but for the birds and squirrels. Her heart was big and kind. How I miss that little gesture, and her.

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