Un article d'Aliette de Bodard sur la nourriture dans ses romans.
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The other thing about food, of course, is that it is one of the easiest things to miss when you leave the place it originated in. I’m sure everyone who has gone abroad has vivid memories of the staples they could no longer get: I’ve missed baguette and cheese in the United Kingdom (fortunately, pho was more easily available!); and viennoiseries in the US (you can find some, but they seldom taste like what I’m used to, being made in another country). When returning from Vietnam it’s taken me a while to adjust to the lack of tropical fruit such as rambutan, mango and pomelo; and to the impossibility to have a noodle soup for breakfast unless I’m ready to make my own broth (which is a time consuming experience I don’t often have the courage for…). As such, a lot of the food in my fiction becomes a sign of living in another culture; of travels and exile and alienation. In my short story “Immersion“, the dish of lemongrass chicken symbolises the culture one of the characters has tried to cut herself off from; and ultimately the impossibility of ever surrendering her childhood memories.
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