![]() But after the brothers announce that they’re leaving, they hastily arrive at her door one day and entreat her to feed and care for their sourdough starter, dropping it off like a beloved but now-inconvenient pet. Lois begins ordering takeout from Clement Street Soup and Sourdough, a restaurant run by two brothers descended from a mysterious European people called the Mazg. Revivification comes in the form of spicy vegetable concoctions and transcendental bread. Lois herself works 12 hours a day, then retreats to her minuscule apartment in the Richmond District (“for which I would pay rent that was fully four times my mortgage in Michigan.”) But most telling of Lois’ reduced state in this novel about food is that the only thing she subsists on is a “nutritive gel” called Slurry - which, like you-know-what, has its own unappetizing name and creepy devotees. But her life, monastic and monotonous, is really a sort of death: Her fellow Dextrous are “wraiths,” “bony and cold-eyed,” soulless husks of techie caricatures. ![]()
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