“Being in a restaurant with my team is nothing like being in a restaurant with my family. With my family, I never order appetizers, rarely ask for sides, and the value deal is encouraged and often shared. But surrounded by my teammates, draped in happy fatigue and with cash in parka pocket, I order potato skins and onion rings, leave food on my plate, drink two root beers— and feel guilty afterward so do not consider dessert. The feeling of defying my parents is exhilarating and lonely. I don’t see things the way they do, nor could I after crossing the appetizer horizon.”
—an excerpt from Leanne Shapton’s new book, Swimming Studies. Read more at The Paris Review.
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