To be exotic, on the other hand, one had to think not just outside the box but outside the world of boxes.
During the meal—a few blades of lemongrass for him, a Mekong platter for her—they talked about this and that, but she wasn’t really engaged, busy as she was dreaming up a headline. “Museum Takes on Asian Slant” was good, but she’d have to fight hard to get it past her editor, who despised what she called “wordplay.”
To live in a damp crowded asshole and sing—if these guys don’t know the secret to living, I don’t know who does.