"He was a man to take his pleasures seriously. The trick was to set the fragment on the centre of the tongue and, after a moment's spreading sensation, push the potato up hard to shatter against the roof of the mouth. His theory was that the rigid irregular surface caused tiny abrasions in the soft flesh into which salt and chemicals poured, creating a mild and distinctive pleasure-pain."
Ian McEwan, Solar (Jonathan Cape: London, 2010)
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
One day I hope Ian McEwan will write a whole novel about crisps. But this will do for now.