Kate Moses
Time for One Thing: A Cosmopolitan
A cocktail recipe to soothe a mother's nerves.
sometimes a cocktail is what you really need. Even so, there is a right
way and a wrong way to have a drink, as self-satisfied TV beer advertisers
are forever cautioning us.
Among the many wrong ways is that taken by the delicately beautiful Lee
Remick, as she buckles under to the drunken, sour whining of Jack Lemmon in
1962′s Academy Award-winning “Days of Wine and Roses.” As Joe Clay, a
rising San Francisco public relations flak embittered by the hidden cost of
his job involving procuring dates for his leering clients — something he refers to as “a little matter of personal
integrity” — Lemmon
staggers loudly home after a 16-hour day and as many highballs. Singing to
their sleeping baby while waiting up for Joe is his young wife, Kirsten,
played by Remick — blonde, pure, fine boned, her face like a petal.
Shushed gently by Kirsten at the door to the nursery, Joe explodes,
attacking Kirsten for not being fun any more and for refusing to drink with
him. Who could forget Lee Remick’s anguished whisper, “You know I’m not
supposed to, on account of my milk,” while clutching her breasts through
her flowered nightie? (“You’re gonna ruin your shape!” Joe petulantly
gripes.) Later, after Joe sobs his apology into her lap, Kirsten resignedly
pours herself a drink. The next time we see Kirsten, she’s slumped in front
of the TV, watching cartoons during naptime with a glass in one hand and a
lit cigarette in the other.
But one drink needn’t lead to burning down the apartment and abandoning
your child. In fact, in some cases, one drink might prevent it.
Our nomination for the perfect warm-weather cocktail is the
Cosmopolitan. Born in San Francisco and considered a sort of grown-up’s
Kamikaze, the Cosmo is tart and cool, blush colored and easy to drink, as
its flavor is derived mostly from cranberry juice and lime. Served in a
chilled, stemmed martini glass, a Cosmopolitan sipped before dinner can
make you feel just a little more like an adult. If you can manage to sit
down with another adult while enjoying your drinks together, all the
better, but Cosmos have been known to work their not particularly subtle
magic even with “Sesame Street” blaring and full grocery bags lining the
kitchen counters as atmosphere.
The “official” recipe for a Cosmopolitan differs depending on who you
ask. Use the recipe below, from Salon’s ever-attentive-to-maternal-needs
Surreal Gourmet, as a rule of thumb, varying amounts according to taste.
Mothers Who Drink favors a bit less lime and suggests Triple Sec as a less
expensive alternative to Cointreau. However you shake it, though, the right
glass seems a necessary part of the ritual.
The Surreal Gourmet’s Cosmopolitan
1 and 1/2 ounce vodka
1/2 ounce Cointreau
Juice of 1 lime
Splash of cranberry juice
Optional: sliced lime or orange peel for garnish
Shake all ingredients together with ice until well chilled. Strain and
pour into a martini glass. Garnish with an orange twist.
A man's work is never done
An interview with Arlie Hochschild, author of The Time Bind.
arlie Hochschild is a sociologist at the University of California’s Berkeley campus and the author of “The Time Bind.” Salon spoke with her recently.
The New York Times review of “The Time Bind” observed that your “calm, understanding tone” tended to disguise your book’s
alarming message. Were you alarmed by your findings about work and home?
Let me put it this way. I felt that there was something going on that
we haven’t clearly understood. I think the book itself is a story book.
There are a lot of different personal stories, and all of these are about
parents really trying to strike a balance. These are involved
parents. One single father described himself going to work and said it’s
just like a caffeine high, going from one meeting to the next until it got to be 5 o’clock, and finally he could sit down to his
real work. But it meant he couldn’t pick up his child until 6 or 6:30.
He said he felt like he wasn’t living his values. He moved me
tremendously; here was a good man and a good father, but he was caught in an imbalanced
life.
Honey, I shrunk the family
Are men to blame for the disappearance of home life?
“isn’t it odd,” sociologist Stephanie Coontz observes sarcastically in her new book, “The Way We Really Are,” “how quickly a discussion of working parents becomes an indictment of Mommy?” That indictment seemed apparent in U.S. News and World Report’s May 12 cover story, which blared, “Lies Parents Tell Themselves About Why They Work” accusingly from the newsstand. “When men (especially male politicians) talk about ‘working parents’ they really mean ‘working women,’” the newsweekly averred — and then proceeded to do exactly what it accused the politicians of doing.
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Kate Moses reviews Agota Kristof's novel "The Third Lie".
“The Third Lie” completes Hungarian-born Kristof’s trilogy of strange, bleak novels, each more stark and depressing than the last. “I am in prison in the small town of my childhood,” the narrator, Claus T., tells us in the first sentence, thus illuminating the cryptic, final pages of Kristof’s last book, “The Proof.” In that novel, the 50-year-old Claus returned to the unnamed European country of his youth in search of his twin brother Lucas, of whom no records exist.
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