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“The oysters arrived on a deep bed of ice. She had never eaten an oyster, and she stared down at the platter. A ruffle of black encircled each opalescent heart; she thought of orchids. Triangles of lemon sat on the ice, and she picked one up and squeezed it, inhaling the prickly aroma. Then she reached for an oyster, tipped her head, and tossed it back. The oyster was cool and slippery, the flavor so briny it was like diving into the ocean. She closed her eyes to savor the experience, make it last.”

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Book:The Paris Novel
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The Paris Novel

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Ruth Reichl
Ruth Reichl

Ruth Reichl is an American writer renowned for her contributions to food writing. Born on January 16, 1948, she has served as a food critic for The New Yorker magazine and has written articles for various publications. Reichl's work is celebrated for its insightful perspectives and deep understanding of food culture. more

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