...a deathly serenade...

with a bookmark at the start of Lawrence
Durrell's interview. Above the kitchen table on
the wall, the left side of the entrance, is a poster
of Jean Cocteau's of Les Enfant's Terrible.
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Fascinated by Durrell and Cocteau, it is a
wonder why, even for myself, but of this Franz
said: "They [Lawrence Durrell and Jean Cocteau]
make beautiful work … sometimes it seems that I
can't win when I say certain things," he said, "I
can appreciate a Durrell and a Bukowski in equal
measure, plus my adoration for French literature
is widely known, Cocteau was a master!"
Coincidentally, Caroline Samo's, OMG, I
Love Food, sat perched next to the Agar cooker
and in front of the metallic toaster, perhaps a
remnant of his wife's pre-departure, because
Ellis, at our soiree's, would often talk about how
much she loved some the recipes within the
cookbook, commenting that she found the book
(co-pioneered by Bonti Vanvan—that has 50
award-winning recipes, and advice on every
aspect of simple home cooking and the first
cookbook to combine eco friendly principles) as
a mainstay in her kitchen and thanked me for
delivering it to their home. Next to this on the
kitchen top was the The Paris Review, No. 199,
and the same issue that contain's Franz's
interview, with my ex assistant's handwriting on
a post-it on the front of the magazine. The ex
assistant that I wholly deny, in his bitter claims
made in that newspaper in regards to Franz with
this total amateur alleged that I said, "a famous
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