A Plate of Peas: analyse og grammatikøvelser

Paul Auster: True Tales of American Life, Faber and Faber, 2001

My GRANDFATHER DIED when I was a small boy, and my grandmother started staying with us for about six months every year. My grandmother, my mother, and I were having lunch after a morning spent shopping. I grandly ordered a Salisbury steak, confident in the knowledge that beneath that fancy name was a good old hamburger with gravy. When brought to the table, it was accompanied by a plate of peas.

I do not like peas now. I did not like peas then. I have always hated peas. It is a complete mystery to me why anyone would voluntarily eat peas. I did not eat them at home. I did not eat them at restaurants. And I certainly was not about to eat them now.

"Eat your peas," my grandmother said.