Sosanni V. unconventional. highly caffeinated. writer. artist. gastronaut. culture maven. keeper of a culture journal named ‘the collection’. creator of contemporary myths and fiction known collectively as ‘the worx’. Needed a stash to store all those words and images. You found it. Welcome to The Stash.
Meanwhile…
Did you ever come across THE PERFECT FIRST LINE of a novel?
THE ONE THAT TELLS ITS OWN STORY IN THOSE FIRST FEW WORDS?
I HAVE.
Sometimes a meal offers a rebellion suspended in its ingredients, or social commentary woven into its method of preparation, or unspoken tales attached to its history.
Is it the virtuous look? Exuding indifference? Regret showing through? Or simply wearing the “solemn is proper” mask?
Can you imagine the aristocrats of the day trying to maneuver some tough and dry leftover pheasant or some stiff and fibrous mutton thickly sliced between two hard pieces of bread? Elegant. Very. Whatever.
Truth: If it hadn’t been presented as chic by the Earl of Sandwich, they would have considered such mannerisms as ‘barbarism,’ ‘savage,’ and even ‘asylum’ material.
The moralist. The one who wrote about the sordid conditions of the Victorians. The poverty. The marginalized. The outcasts. The victims of injustice.
I never suspected that the Dickens described above was, in reality, the exact opposite.
Is it possible that society can be torn apart – with groups living in such extreme poverty while others live in extreme wealth?
