Dec 24, 5:17 PM
"[T]he house... [d]reamed up by an interior designer. Austere, lonely, too perfect, in need of being roughed up. No books beyond the untouched giant art editions stacked on low tables. No meal was ever cooked in that kitchen. Only gin and chocolate in the fridge."
-- Ian McEwan, Machines Like Me
I don't love this book (at all) but that's excellent.