On those luminous mornings Adela returned from the market, like Pomona emerging from the flames of day, spilling from her basket the colorful beauty of the sun — the shiny pink cherries full of juice under their transparent skins, the mysterious black morellos that smelled so much better than they tasted, apricots in whose golden pulp lay the core of long afternoons. And next to that pure poetry of fruit, she unloaded sides of meat with their keyboard of ribs swollen with energy and strength, and seaweeds of vegetables like dead octopuses and squids — the raw material of meals with a yet undefined taste, the vegetative and terrestrial ingredients of dinner, exuding a wild and rustic smell.
~ from The Street of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz (whew, a long two sentences!)
This is my first pick for the Read Around the World challenge, as the author is Polish. The writing is so juicy and vivid.
(I’m in Key West right now, where Hemingway references abound. It is a literal and literary breath of fresh air.)