In a Facebook exchange asking my friends for fiction recommendations, (I fear that reading fiction has been elevated/relegated(?) to “bucket list” level for me) a few people could not help but recommend a nonfiction book, Seabiscuit. It got “best book I’ve ever read” declarations and my friend Katy remembered how it was “so good, so stimulating, that I had to sometimes put it down to let my heart rate slow.” She got it. That’s what I was looking for.
There is nothing like creativity to inspire creativity.
If good writing inspires, good cooking definitely does the same thing. And when I go to a restaurant, it is less of a utilitarian exercise of satiating hunger than a desire to be inspired. Others visit galleries. I visit restaurants.
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