By Nicole Monroe
Past Jones Beach, on the less populated, car accessible west end of Fire Island, sits Robert Moses State Park. Every bit as beautiful as Jones Beach, if not more so, Robert Moses boasts 5 miles of soft, sandy beach in which beachgoers can swim, surf, or fish. There is a small playground near the entrance, a typical beach-food shack serving soft pretzels, fries, etc., and a golf course. Although family friendly, not all of the beach is heavily populated with kids – particularly, on the east end. For there, on the east end of Robert Moses, lies a designated “clothing optional” bathing section. It is to this designated section of the beach that my infamous book club traveled to celebrate a member’s birthday and discuss the sexually explicit, yet well-written autobiography, The Sexual Life of Catherine M. Read more »
When I arrived early to a job interview at the Fairfield Public Library, I didn’t intend to get any books, much less one that would create a huge moral dilemma in my everyday life. The “One Book One Town” display stood in the middle of the lobby: stacks of Jonathan Safran Foer’s Eating Animals, on sale for $5 apiece. I’d read about the book in a Time article a week or two beforehand, so I picked up a copy and leafed through it to kill time.
Instantly, I was hooked. Foer opens with an anecdote about his grandmother, a Holocaust survivor and in Foer’s opinion, the world’s greatest chef. She hordes nonperishables, she cooks with the fattiest cuts of meat available, and her chicken and carrots recipe is second to none. Even when she was faced with starvation while running from Nazis, she refused to eat pork sausage because it wasn’t kosher. When Foer asks her, “Not even to save your life?” she replies, “If nothing matters, there’s nothing to save.” Read more »