secret_sharer

A wonderfully spooky Faustian story about the ends of conspicuous consumption. I love the idea of an art work / dinner party in which the last, tragically literal members of mythical species are served up in immensely complicated dishes – as if Judy Chicago collaborated with Borges and Ferran Adria. The story is full of striking images and incidental delights, like the description of the devil’s writing style as “casual wit and nasty self-satisfaction” – keep that in mind as you read the next issue of the TLS.