"Are you going to have something to drink?" she asked.An awkward situation not made easier with beer.
"No."
"Don't you drink alcohol? May I have some?"
She gave me an anxious look, as if I was going to refuse my permission.
"You may," I said.
She raised her head to the maitre d'hotel.
"Well then... A beer..."
It was as if she had suddenly decided to do something shameful or forbidden.
"It stops me drinking whisky, or other kinds of alcohol... I just drink a little beer..."
She forced herself to smile. She seem to feel ill at ease with me.
"I don't know what you think," she said, "but I've always thought it wasn't a woman's drink..."
This time her gaze expressed more than anxiety; distress, rather. And I was so surprised that I couldn't manage to find a comforting word. I finally said:
"I believe you are wrong... I know a lot of women who drink beer..."
"Really? You know a lot?"
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
French Beer Lit - "I Just Drink A Little Beer"
I continue my plan to note when I read worthwhile passages about beer in novels. The following passage is from French Nobel Prize winner Patrick Modiano's Honeymoon, and is a conversation between an older woman and a younger man (spoiler alert - there is no romance between the two):
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