Though my high school buddies and I singularly failed to recreate the creative and artistic atmosphere of the cafe culture in Paris from 1900-1929 at a series of diners and coffeehouses in Florida in the early nineties, at least we can read about the real thing.
Do writers intend to by symbolic?
Remind me again, what was Modernism about?
It wasn’t about forgery, was it?
Of course, if literature has died again, it might not even matter.
the coffee philosopher 