Raymond Chandler: Hard-boiled
Charles Bukowski: Scrambled
Lewis Carroll: Over-easy
Truman Capote: Coddled
Walker Percy: In a Ramos Gin Fizz
Gustave Flaubert: Souffle
Henry Miller: Raw
A.A. Milne: Baked custard (pictured above, with not enough nutmeg on top)
Ernest Hemingway: Poached
Philip Roth: Served with liver
NOTE: I'm taking a summer break from writer interviews and am just going to have FUN with this blog for a month or so.
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(in no particular order)
1.
Lionel Shriver*: too relentless
2.
Margaret Atwood: too angsty about not yet winning
the Nobel she deserves
3.
Donna Tartt: too happy living a life without
social media
4.
Zadie Smith: too talented
5.
Roxane Gay: too worried I’m accidentally friends
with her nemesis
6.
Erica Jong: too sexy
7.
Jay McInerney: too tired of talking about my beloved
second person POV
8.
Jon Krakauer: too eager to investigate
9.
Tara Westover: too educated
10. Colson
Whitehead: too many Pulitzers
*Wearing that sombrero didn't help....
NOTE: I'm taking a summer break from writer interviews and am just going to have FUN with this blog for a month or so.
(in no particular order)
1.
Willa Cather: This fellow Midwesterner gets pink
Jell-O salad.
2.
J.D. Salinger: I would make him eat a big ole rare
steak and a gigantic baked potato with tons of sour cream
3.
F. Scott Fitzgerald: My husband will be charge,
and we’ll get out the good silver shaker and FILL it with icy cold gin martinis,
all night long.
4.
Ernest Hemingway: I’m not good at cooking fish,
but I bet he’d like the spicy, secret salsa and the story of how I wheedled the
recipe out of that restaurant owner in Kearny, AZ.
5.
E.B. White: I think I’ll order lox and bagels
from Barney Greengrass in NYC.
6.
Louise Fitzhugh: Tomato sandwiches, natch!
7.
Herman Melville: I’m worried about scurvy, so I
think I’ll make him a smoothie.
8.
Laurie Colwin: Oh, darling, I’ll happily let you
cook for me!
9.
Raymond Carver: Mashed potatoes with gravy (and
if you don’t know why, read this).
10. Nancy
Mitford: We each get our VERY own Fuller’s
Walnut Cake (pictured above).