Karl Du Fresne feeds the archetypal Listener reader's anti-Americanism in the Listener of 2 February. With prolonged dedication to duty he has hunted through city after city for the most gross cuisine our American friends can offer. The 72 oz (2kg) steak segues to V8 pick-up trucks to satisfy Listener man's craving to shudder, and to be glad at what we do not have.
But his descriptions are just too succulent. Perhaps he searches out gluttony for reasons that could be misunderstood, like those which had a great reforming 19th century British Prime Minister prowling the streets of London at night. Among William Gladstone's passions was rescuing "fallen women" (prostitutes). There is contention whether it was as weird then as it seems to our jaded judgment today.
Whatever Mr Du Fresne's motives, all power to his arm and jaw muscles.
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enough, enough already,these words confuse, you make the writers all of us, Sam Hunt, Jack Kerouac sans idiot.
Hemmingway himself was boring and grandiose.
I wanted to elect you to the NZ Parliament of the people, and my dear wife Miss Bangkok Wan, she said never give up on you dreams