story: “The Year of Spaghetti”
author: Haruki Murakami
year: 2006 (originally 2005 in The New Yorker)
where: home, bed
note: Murakami just loves to weave in a mention of spaghetti in his long and short fiction; and this story (and his year of cooking and eating alone) makes me feel so content with my love of solitude.
a line: “Can you imagine how astonished the Italians would be if they knew that what they were exporting in 1971 was really loneliness?”
samantha Neugebauer 